Spencer (after the party, closed.) TW: probably talking about violence

[callmeemily]

The smell of soup pretty much fills the house. It's a pattern that Raleigh doesn't even realise is establishing itself. Spencer withdraws, and Raleigh makes him soup. Sometimes he eats it, sometimes he doesn't, but she makes it, and it's a little different than last time. She doesn't leave it on the porch. Instead, she knocks on the door wherever he is, and usually tells him what kind it is, and sometimes she asks him if he wants company.

That's what happens right now, she knocks on the doorframe of his room, because he's sitting on the bed reading, and she's got two bowls of soup. "I made lunch," there's a smile, and worry in her eyes that's been there ever since this started the day before yesterday. "Chicken noodle. Feel like company?"

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[callmeemily]

Raleigh looks down at the blanket as he says that Jason's missing something by not being with her, and it makes her... uncomfortable. Incredibly uncomfortable, mostly because she still doesn't know what happened. She wonders - well, she has wondered, anyway, if it was because of the way she'd kissed him, the last date that they'd had. If she'd done something wrong, if he'd not made the first move for a reason.

But then again, he'd kissed her back, he'd been the one who'd kissed her against the pier, and she just sort of exhales in a rush, and runs her hand down her face. For all that she says it's not important, what she means is can we not talk about it, because she has no answer, just the confusion that's completely different than the way she feels with Coop. She knows where she stands with Coop, mostly. Not his thoughts on her - that's a mystery, but they're friends and she knows it and she honestly thinks that if she shows up on Coop's doorstep and his couch isn't occupied he'd let her in and possibly even make her a cup of coffee besides.

Jason....

She's got this sinking feeling he'd shut the door in her face, and she doesn't even know why, and it... hurts, but that's not something she's going to be able to explain or figure out what's going on. "You make my life brighter, too," she says quietly, even though the words feel hollow. It's the too, but she sucks in a breath and he says he's not going to break Coop's kneecaps and finally she laughs. "Well, thank you. I'm sure that all of his patients appreciate it." He talks about how much of a help Coop was, and she nods a little, taking another sip of her soup.

"He... helped me, a lot." Clearing her throat, she just... moved on. The way she does, to skip to other, easier subjects - and ones that made her eyes widen and she couldn't stop the gasp. "Spencer Waters, you can't tell me that you're blackmailing me with backing we haven't even talked about! The nerve." She's smiling again, she can't not. "It's not my fault that Joel informed me just how happy you get when you drink."

She paused, and her voice softened a little, but the look there was absolutely fond. She loves them both, and she can't not. It's ingrained, by now.

"He... when he told me, it was so clear how much he loves that about you. You know that?" She can't stop the curve of her lips into a smile. "He loves you so much."

[doublethepain]

She's clearly uncomfortable with the subject, and he regrets bringing it up at all. He starts to shrink into himself, coming close to getting ready to just thank her for the soup and busy himself with something else, maybe help Joel some more with or organizing the store, but then Raleigh's telling him how much Joel loves him, and he's frozen for a moment.

He's grown quite used to the fact that he can't help but brighten whenever Joel's name is even mentioned. It's an automatic response, there's no sense in fighting it and Spencer would never want to because never before has there been anyone outside of his immediate family who makes his life better simply by existing in it. He ducks his head to hide the flush spreading across his cheeks and down his neck even though Raleigh's already seen the corners of his mouth turning up into a pleased smile.

"Yes, I know," he answers, keeping his eyes fixed anywhere but on Raleigh, and it's nothing to do with how comfortable he is with her; he just knows that when it comes to talking about his relationship with Joel, the only person he can properly convey his feelings to is, well, Joel. Even then, he doesn't quite feel like the words come out quite right but there's comfort in knowing that his boyfriend understands exactly what he's getting at because he feels the exact same way. They don't need to be perfectly eloquent about it, Spencer isn't even sure that's possible because their love grows all the time, it becomes greater with every passing moment, so how can they be expected to find a way to put words to that?

"I'm... incredibly fortunate," he continues, and that's not even the half of it but it's a fair enough place to start. He finally meets Raleigh's eyes, smile still firmly in place. "I wasted too much time trying to convince myself that a man, such a beautiful and incredible man, like Joel could never be interested in a man like me but there's a connection between us that's been there from the first day we met." He rubs lightly at the center of his chest, shifting his gaze to the doorway of the bedroom because he wonders if that column of energy Joel can see in their auras, the one that's constant between them, stretches all the way from here to the store. It has to, he imagines, because he's sure that if anything were to happen to cause any sort of break in it, Spencer would know right away. He'd feel it. He has no powers to speak of, no magic like Joel's, but he's certain he'd feel it.

"I can't tell you how much I love him," he says, voice suddenly soft, just barely above a whisper and his eyes feel like they're glazing over because he can so perfectly picture Joel's beautiful face, those curls and the beard and what the feel like against Spencer's fingers. "It goes beyond words, he's-- I was so empty, Raleigh. Before I met him, I was so empty, and I had no idea. He changed everything for me. To go to sleep in his arms at night knowing that he'll be there in the morning, it's an amazing thing because I've never had that before. I've never been so absolutely certain about anything before. It wasn't the drinking that got me happy and giggly that night, it was Joel."

There's a brief silence between them and the burning of his cheeks doesn't go away because he can't quite believe he's just said all that out loud. He rubs the line of his jaw with the back of his knuckles and lets out a sheepish smile. "He clearly brings out quite a verbose side of me, as well. I am backing the bakery, by the way, I'd have thought that was a given. Well, perhaps not by you. It was a given for me."

[callmeemily]

He just... lights up.

Both of them, when they talk about each other, they just light up, like it's that thing - that the sum is greater than the whole of the parts. Both of them are more with the other, and Raleigh's feelings on it...

She's so happy for them both. She's so happy that the man who offered her his own lunch found someone, that Joel found someone, that the Lighthouse, that Mark hadn't driven them apart. She's so proud of them, she's happy for them, and honestly, Raleigh loves them both like brothers, and if she could ask for one thing, ever since she was six years old, if she could have one wish it would be that the people she cares about, the people around her to be unrepentadly, deservably happy.

The joy she feels for him, because of the look on his face, the way his skin is redder, the smile on his lips - that's what gives her something to hide the way it oddly twists in her heart, because-- it started after Jason's... whatever, and then sort of continued, but recently it was when she had this talk with Joel a few days ago, and now... I was so empty. Before I met him, I was so empty, and I had no idea.

She thinks that maybe... she's empty, but she leans forward and squeezes his hand again, because she can be glad for him so incredibly easily. "I'm so happy for both of you," she says quietly, sincerely."So happy for both of you." She lets her hand slip from his, and he talks about backing the bakery, and she pulls in a breath.

"It's... If you want to do that, I want it to be... real. Formal, with papers. I'll pay you back." It's important, to her. "I just... I want to make sure that if this... if it doesn't work, nobody gets hurt. Joel said he's okay with actually signing contracts. Is... Is that okay? That's what I want to do." She knows it's out of left field, but she's a little (secretly, just a little) happy that it's not... her and relationships, that it's not him and relationships, just-

She's got Coop, who... that night on the cruise ship where they danced and she was in that dress, it meant the world to her, but it wasn't the same for him, she doesn't think; she's got Tonio, who is sweet but there's something about him that just sits... oddly, because- because. He calls her beautiful four times in a sentence, and she wonders-- she wonders what would happen if she didn't look the same.

So she's got Coop (who she doesn't actually have), Jason (who she absolutely doesn't have), and some guys who flirt with her in weird ways, and Spencer and Joel have this support in each other, and she hates the fact she envies them. That she wishes that she had what they have, it makes her dislike herself because she should just be thrilled for them, full stop. She'll never admit it because she doesn't want to hurt them, but maybe... maybe the solution was to get out more. Look for people to date. Something.