yall remember when tumblr created the IM system, but the only way you could get it is if someone messaged you on it, so everyone started messaging every complete stranger who didn’t have it like sharing water in a post-apocalyptic land
He was doing it again. His words were flowing like they always did, describing how difficult the case had been and adding unnecessary details about the victims. Would it make you a bad person to say you couldn’t care less? No. At some point you did care. You would be interested in everything and would listen intently. Nowadays you just seemed to drown it out like a low annoying buzzing you could never quite get rid of.
You stared at him. He wasn’t even looking at you. He was eating, his focus on the plate of pasta in front of him as he droned on with only the emotions on his face letting you know that whatever he was saying was upsetting him. Or had upset him, who knew anymore.
This was what your life had come to. Sitting here in the middle of an expensive restaurant that Spencer only took you to out of guilt for being away so long. You’d sit and nod along to anything he said, asking questions at the appropriate times while Spencer assumed that you were genuinely interested. He’d then ask something simple like how your day went before somehow returning back to his own subject.
