Spencer loves this feeling of airy lightness that he's been struggling to get back since what had happened with Roman. He hasn't talked much about it with anyone but Joel, not even with the only other person who'd been there with him, and since leaving that warehouse, Spencer has wondered if it's awful of him not to have really reached out to Davin. He also wonders whether he should let himself feel guilty about that when the only thing saving him from spiraling into what could be a dangerous state of mind is freeing himself from thought of it as best he can. He'd had the option to cancel this trip, Joel would have understood if he'd wanted to, but especially now that they're here, Spencer can't imagine saying no to the opportunity.
He's drunkenly stumbling along the streets of New York, hopping from bar to bar with a group of people who want nothing more than to have a good time. The sun is going down, the air is cooling, the whiskey is a settled warmth in his belly, and Spencer gets it now. He knows why people love this city so much, why they find it so magical and inspiring, because it's absolutely inspiring a refreshed sense of adoration for his husband. Not a day goes by that he doesn't try to show Joel in some way or another that he loves him but being here is so different and so new that the journey in itself had been a sign of just how desperate they are to make each other happy.
Maybe it isn't so much of a trial run after all, he thinks. Maybe one day, they'll decide to leave the magic of Siren Cove for the magic of New York City, and the thought of selling his childhood home may be daunting but it's also just fleeting. They don't have to make big plans for the future, not when the baby will be taking up so much of their time soon enough that thinking about anything else will already be a chore. All Spencer knows is that he's content, happy with his life and what his life will bring him, and he'd never been able to say that before meeting Joel. His husband has helped him open doors Spencer even knew existed, each one leading to a world of excitement and love and the kind of enchantment he'd believed were the stuff of fairy tales.
Sometimes he still feels like he's living in one, a fairy tale, because a reality in which Spencer is swept off his feet by a tall, dark, and handsome man wouldn't have been conceivable even just over a year ago. Either way, he still has his prince, he thinks with an amused smile, and he reciprocates the tap of Joel's glass with his own as he swallows back his drink to show just how much he agrees with the toast his husband has given. For Joel, Spencer, too, would go anywhere, do anything, it simply doesn't matter to him because the only thing he wants in life is for his family to love him as much he loves them.
Not once has he been given cause to doubt that, and Spencer isn't afraid he ever will. He takes one look at Joel and sees the love in his husband's eyes, feels the connection between them even though he can't see it, and he knows the sparks that sometimes light up when they touch will never die. This is his life, this man beside him, this is his future, and nothing could ever hope to take that away from him.
"I'm sober, what about you?" Spencer asks with a teasing grin and slurring words as he sets his glass back down, aiming to push it forward but frowning when it ends up a few inches to the right instead. There's only one bar left, one more shot before the tour comes to an end, and in a way, Spencer's a bit sad about that because he's had so much fun since they'd started. On the other hand, of course, being finished with the tour also means being one step closer to letting Joel strip him naked so really, there's no contest as to which is the preferable option.
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He's drunkenly stumbling along the streets of New York, hopping from bar to bar with a group of people who want nothing more than to have a good time. The sun is going down, the air is cooling, the whiskey is a settled warmth in his belly, and Spencer gets it now. He knows why people love this city so much, why they find it so magical and inspiring, because it's absolutely inspiring a refreshed sense of adoration for his husband. Not a day goes by that he doesn't try to show Joel in some way or another that he loves him but being here is so different and so new that the journey in itself had been a sign of just how desperate they are to make each other happy.
Maybe it isn't so much of a trial run after all, he thinks. Maybe one day, they'll decide to leave the magic of Siren Cove for the magic of New York City, and the thought of selling his childhood home may be daunting but it's also just fleeting. They don't have to make big plans for the future, not when the baby will be taking up so much of their time soon enough that thinking about anything else will already be a chore. All Spencer knows is that he's content, happy with his life and what his life will bring him, and he'd never been able to say that before meeting Joel. His husband has helped him open doors Spencer even knew existed, each one leading to a world of excitement and love and the kind of enchantment he'd believed were the stuff of fairy tales.
Sometimes he still feels like he's living in one, a fairy tale, because a reality in which Spencer is swept off his feet by a tall, dark, and handsome man wouldn't have been conceivable even just over a year ago. Either way, he still has his prince, he thinks with an amused smile, and he reciprocates the tap of Joel's glass with his own as he swallows back his drink to show just how much he agrees with the toast his husband has given. For Joel, Spencer, too, would go anywhere, do anything, it simply doesn't matter to him because the only thing he wants in life is for his family to love him as much he loves them.
Not once has he been given cause to doubt that, and Spencer isn't afraid he ever will. He takes one look at Joel and sees the love in his husband's eyes, feels the connection between them even though he can't see it, and he knows the sparks that sometimes light up when they touch will never die. This is his life, this man beside him, this is his future, and nothing could ever hope to take that away from him.
"I'm sober, what about you?" Spencer asks with a teasing grin and slurring words as he sets his glass back down, aiming to push it forward but frowning when it ends up a few inches to the right instead. There's only one bar left, one more shot before the tour comes to an end, and in a way, Spencer's a bit sad about that because he's had so much fun since they'd started. On the other hand, of course, being finished with the tour also means being one step closer to letting Joel strip him naked so really, there's no contest as to which is the preferable option.