Are you alright?

Spencer had not thought about portion control tonight. He had taken more, even though he new he shouldn’t have. Finally, he had removed himself from the situation, walking through the park. He was feeling a specific tiredness grow over him. He had to find a place to sit. He sat down on the nearest bench, leaning his head back. It didn’t take long until he was out cold. Whether it was sleep or he was passed out, was hard to say. Spencer hardly knew the difference anymore. He make a sound resembling a snort when he heard a voice. ”Fine,” he said sitting up straight. ”Who are you?” He asked a little harsher than intended. He wasn’t thinking about his manners in this state.

”Sorry. Didn’t mean to sound like a grumpy ass.” He took in a deep breath. ”Thank you for caring. I’ll be okay,” he insisted. Truth was, he didn’t know he was going to be. He might as well end up dead in a ditch somewhere if he didn’t think of something else, found a new way to handle things. ”No, it’s okay, thanks.” He stood up. ”I’m Spencer by the way,” he said lifting his gaze to meet hers.

Spencer looked at the hand, taking it to get on his feet steadily. When he was sure he had balance, he let go of her. ”No, you don’t have to buy. I can pay myself. I won’t turn down the company though.” He walked with her. She seemed very helpful compared to most. ”No, you don’t look the type,” he said with a short chuckle. ”I don’t have to sleep her, the bench just looked very comfortable,” he joked. He did have someone in his life he could rely on, he just hadn’t gotten to them in time. ”But thank you.”

Spencer gestured to himself and then to her. ”You look too nice to sleep on benches,” he declared, walking with her into the café. ”Not many people take the time,” he stated. He just wanted a black coffee. He was not much for doing a bunch to coffee. It ruined the rich taste it could provide, if treated right. He walked to a place near the back. He leaned against the chair, looking aa little lazy.

”You should,” he said with a confirming nod. He took the coffee, keeping it in between his hands for a moment. ”It doesn’t. I just have a long way home and I didn’t bother. It was a back up solution if anything.” He took a sip of the coffee.

Spencer shrugged at her words. [color=#66ccff]”At least I have a place. Not everyone does.”[color] He was happy Nathaniel had offered him a place to sleep. It was not great that it was far from the city, but he found a way to manage. By sleeping wherever he could, if couldn’t get home for whatever reason. ”Near the beach,” he simply said, taking a sip of the coffee.

”Me too,” he responded with a smile. He looked around shortly. He liked being here with Buffy. It seemed so easy. He liked that. ”I grew up far from the beach. But every time I could, I would go to the beach.” He took another sip. ”Where are you from?” He was curious about her.

”Am I supposed to congratulate you on being engaged? I suck at social cues.” That wasn’t true, it was just his never-ending defense mechanism to keep everything light and upbeat. He was not great at letting people see the shadow sides of his being. ”Good ear. I’m from the states. A small city nobody has ever heard of in Illinois.”

Spencer had never traveled much either. This was the first time away from the states. ”Should have time enough to do so,” he suggested with a slight smile. He wasn’t sure what to respond. There was many reasons, most of them he wasn’t ready to tell people. ”The weather,” he joked.

”That and the culture. The cities has some interesting back story.” He had heard stories, but never thought much about it until he came here. He made a shrug with one shoulder at her question. ”I guess. I feel pretty much the same.” He wasn’t as scared all the time as he had been back home, but other than that, his mood hadn’t changed much.

He listened to her words, nodding slightly. ”I haven’t found my happy yet.” He had things that helped, but he just didn’t feel whole. He never had. He had thought it was because of his home situation, but now that he was away from there, now that he had something that could fulfill all his needs, he still didn’t feel hole. It was like there was a black hole inside him, swallowing up everything good in his life with an all to healthy appetite.

Maybe she was right. He wasn’t optimistic. He was just going through life, making the best of everything. ”Yeah maybe.” He wasn’t going to put a downer on the mood with his inner pessimist. ”Anyway enough about my fleeing youth,” he said with a smirk. ”Does anything fun happen around here? I could use a good laugh.”