For a moment, Spencer thinks he should be panicking. There's a distinct sense of alarm that rises within him when he catches Joel watching Nora walk away and it's without much rationality that he thinks maybe the demon hasn't really been banished at all. He's still a bit jumpy, he realizes, and while he thinks it's probably excusable given the day they've had, Spencer feels a bit foolish when he catches the light in Joel's eyes. His husband looks pleased, relieved, happy, and Spencer isn't sure what's going on but he takes Joel's outstretched hand all the same because there's never a time that he'd deny him. It's when Joel starts talking about the energies that everything clicks into place, and Spencer's shoulders drop--painfully, he might add--as they release the tension they've been holding because it's good news. It's more good news for a wretched day, and Spencer hadn't believed for a second that Joel could possibly lose all his powers just because he'd lost the demon, but he's selfishly glad that this one in particular is one of the powers that have stayed.
He could never forget it, sitting on the second level of the library with his legs dangling off the edge as he'd asked Joel to read his aura. He wouldn't have asked if he hadn't been drinking, would never have invited anyone to look into him that way, so deeply and personally, but at the same time, Spencer thinks that maybe he would have because it had been Joel. Spencer had been comfortable with him even then without really knowing why and letting Joel look at him in a way nobody else ever had before had only made Spencer grow fonder of him. There's also that column of energy between them, the one that proves the connection between them even though Spencer doesn't need proof to know how real this is, how important; but the idea of Joel losing the ability to see that doesn't sit well with him. The idea of Joel losing any of his powers--save for the one that had caused his eyes to go black--makes him think of how despondent his husband had been about it on the island. Like having a piece of him missing, like having something torn out of him, that's about how Joel had described it, and Spencer couldn't bear seeing Joel suffer like that again.
"So the good bits have stayed with you," he says, tone light and a bit playful because he doesn't want to imply that he'd seen any of his other powers as bad. Every time Joel had gone to that darker place, he'd done it for Spencer, to protect him and defend him; but having that power used against him, being subjected to that simple flick of the wrist that had sent him flying into the walls of their own home has made him just the slightest bit biased. That hadn't been Joel, though, and Spencer holds no resentment against his husband for it because they're here now. Joel had fought for his family, they'd won, and they're here. Everything else that's good is just a bonus as far as Spencer is concerned.
"Maybe the premonitions will be clearer then," he suggests. Joel hasn't had one in months but Spencer knows how important it will be to his husband if he can make good use of them. "And your potions, your protection charms, all of it--maybe they'll only get stronger." He pauses, eyes flickering down to their entwined hands, and he feels a flash of uselessness that he quickly pushes aside because it has no place in this moment. Joel has never given him any reason to feel that way and after all, they'd only just vanquished a demon together. He hadn't been useless then. "Maybe you could teach me again. How to make more potions, I mean, or cast a spell like that ball of light. I don't know if I'll be any good at the rest but the first one we did together turned out rather well." It had turned out well in more ways than one, really, but neither of them ever need any actual reminding of that incredible day.
He leans down to brush his lips against Joel's hand, careful of the IV needle and of his own injured shoulder as he straightens himself back out. "We can talk about that later. Can you tell me more about what you see? What it's like?" He ducks his head, cheeks reddening even as he smiles. "Do I like any different than the first time you saw me?"
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He could never forget it, sitting on the second level of the library with his legs dangling off the edge as he'd asked Joel to read his aura. He wouldn't have asked if he hadn't been drinking, would never have invited anyone to look into him that way, so deeply and personally, but at the same time, Spencer thinks that maybe he would have because it had been Joel. Spencer had been comfortable with him even then without really knowing why and letting Joel look at him in a way nobody else ever had before had only made Spencer grow fonder of him. There's also that column of energy between them, the one that proves the connection between them even though Spencer doesn't need proof to know how real this is, how important; but the idea of Joel losing the ability to see that doesn't sit well with him. The idea of Joel losing any of his powers--save for the one that had caused his eyes to go black--makes him think of how despondent his husband had been about it on the island. Like having a piece of him missing, like having something torn out of him, that's about how Joel had described it, and Spencer couldn't bear seeing Joel suffer like that again.
"So the good bits have stayed with you," he says, tone light and a bit playful because he doesn't want to imply that he'd seen any of his other powers as bad. Every time Joel had gone to that darker place, he'd done it for Spencer, to protect him and defend him; but having that power used against him, being subjected to that simple flick of the wrist that had sent him flying into the walls of their own home has made him just the slightest bit biased. That hadn't been Joel, though, and Spencer holds no resentment against his husband for it because they're here now. Joel had fought for his family, they'd won, and they're here. Everything else that's good is just a bonus as far as Spencer is concerned.
"Maybe the premonitions will be clearer then," he suggests. Joel hasn't had one in months but Spencer knows how important it will be to his husband if he can make good use of them. "And your potions, your protection charms, all of it--maybe they'll only get stronger." He pauses, eyes flickering down to their entwined hands, and he feels a flash of uselessness that he quickly pushes aside because it has no place in this moment. Joel has never given him any reason to feel that way and after all, they'd only just vanquished a demon together. He hadn't been useless then. "Maybe you could teach me again. How to make more potions, I mean, or cast a spell like that ball of light. I don't know if I'll be any good at the rest but the first one we did together turned out rather well." It had turned out well in more ways than one, really, but neither of them ever need any actual reminding of that incredible day.
He leans down to brush his lips against Joel's hand, careful of the IV needle and of his own injured shoulder as he straightens himself back out. "We can talk about that later. Can you tell me more about what you see? What it's like?" He ducks his head, cheeks reddening even as he smiles. "Do I like any different than the first time you saw me?"