"You already make every day special," Spencer tells him, and it may sound terribly cheesy but it's also the truth. Not a day, hardly even a moment, has gone by since he and Joel had started their relationship that Spencer hasn't felt special. He hadn't recognized that at first because nobody had ever gone to such effort to make him feel so good about himself before, but it didn't take long for Spencer to understand that one of the things that has always been so different about being with Joel is that his husband always goes out of his way to make sure Spencer's happy. "It's in the big things, like agreeing you'll go to the cemetery with me in the dead of winter or setting up our first Christmas tree, but it's in the smaller things, too. The things that I'm sometimes not even sure you realize you're doing."
On the nights Spencer has his nightmares, Joel is always there to pull him closer. He's always there to wrap his arms around him and murmur words of comfort in Spencer's ear. Joel never pushes him to talk about what he sees when he closes his eyes, and Spencer appreciates that more than he can say because there's only so many times he can explain that he's seen Mark again, or his mother and brother, or even the demon before feeling like a broken record, like something must be terribly wrong with him because he keeps seeing the same thing all the time and nothing has changed. Spencer hasn't looked into going to a professional yet, not when things have been so hectic lately, but Joel hasn't pushed him on that, either. His husband knows exactly how to read him, has learned when the right time to nudge Spencer in the right direction is, and it's always in the right direction.
"Do you realize that almost every morning, you have a cup of black coffee waiting for me?" he asks, taking the lights from Joel's hand and pausing to bring his husband's wrist to his lip, pressing a soft kiss there before releasing him and fiddling with the placement of the lights on the tree until they're to his liking. "Or that if you read something about Tolkien in an article, you always make sure to tell me? Or that you've been counting the days, too, since we met? Two hundred and fourteen, for the record. It hasn't even been a year, and you know me better than anyone else ever could."
Spencer sighs, an affectionate sigh that makes his shoulders rise and fall as he just watches his husband and the way Joel's expressions shift with a distinct tug at his heart over how much he loves this man. He shuffles his feet to close the small gap between them so he can brush his lips against Joel's, a chaste kiss that doesn't mean anything less than another, but his husband had been right before. If they start kissing now, they won't be able to stop, and the tree will only be half-finished. Still, the knowledge that their connection runs this deep has always been a comfort to Spencer and with a baby on the way, it only helps to ease his nerves that much more. Every bit counts, after all, because Spencer sometimes feels like he might certainly have a nervous breakdown without Joel here to calm him.
"You're certainly welcome to keep making the effort, though," he teases, pressing another kiss to Joel's temple before returning the box of ornaments at their feet. "And I'll continue to make everyone sick with envy just by being married to you."
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On the nights Spencer has his nightmares, Joel is always there to pull him closer. He's always there to wrap his arms around him and murmur words of comfort in Spencer's ear. Joel never pushes him to talk about what he sees when he closes his eyes, and Spencer appreciates that more than he can say because there's only so many times he can explain that he's seen Mark again, or his mother and brother, or even the demon before feeling like a broken record, like something must be terribly wrong with him because he keeps seeing the same thing all the time and nothing has changed. Spencer hasn't looked into going to a professional yet, not when things have been so hectic lately, but Joel hasn't pushed him on that, either. His husband knows exactly how to read him, has learned when the right time to nudge Spencer in the right direction is, and it's always in the right direction.
"Do you realize that almost every morning, you have a cup of black coffee waiting for me?" he asks, taking the lights from Joel's hand and pausing to bring his husband's wrist to his lip, pressing a soft kiss there before releasing him and fiddling with the placement of the lights on the tree until they're to his liking. "Or that if you read something about Tolkien in an article, you always make sure to tell me? Or that you've been counting the days, too, since we met? Two hundred and fourteen, for the record. It hasn't even been a year, and you know me better than anyone else ever could."
Spencer sighs, an affectionate sigh that makes his shoulders rise and fall as he just watches his husband and the way Joel's expressions shift with a distinct tug at his heart over how much he loves this man. He shuffles his feet to close the small gap between them so he can brush his lips against Joel's, a chaste kiss that doesn't mean anything less than another, but his husband had been right before. If they start kissing now, they won't be able to stop, and the tree will only be half-finished. Still, the knowledge that their connection runs this deep has always been a comfort to Spencer and with a baby on the way, it only helps to ease his nerves that much more. Every bit counts, after all, because Spencer sometimes feels like he might certainly have a nervous breakdown without Joel here to calm him.
"You're certainly welcome to keep making the effort, though," he teases, pressing another kiss to Joel's temple before returning the box of ornaments at their feet. "And I'll continue to make everyone sick with envy just by being married to you."