He sits, and Raleigh's glad that he's actually talking. Moving and talking, even if he is drunk off his ass. She finishes stacking the books up, and she moves to settle herself on the other end of the couch, her brows furrowed in concern.

"Okay. that makes sense. The rumours are all over the place - no one really knows what happened, and it's so sparse they aren't really making much up." Mostly it was a lot of people confused, but she knew full well that it'd sort of gel into something, and that it was important it was the right something.

She listens carefully, her brows furrowed as he speaks, and she actually sucks in a breath. "Jesus. He's-?" She wants Joel to fill it in, to say he's okay. That Spencer's okay, even if he's hurt. That he's not still in the hospital, that he wasn't in a coma or something.

It's only then that she nods once. "And you went after him?"