Spencer opened the door to his apartment, quickly locking it behind him.

“Anon, I’m home.” he called out.

No response.

He sighed, setting down his bag and going to their shared room.

You lay on the bed, covering yourself in a blanket.

“Anon.” he spoke out.

You remained silent

“Angel, please, we’re not doing this again, okay?” he said, gently trying to uncover you.

“Did you stay in bed all day?” he asked.

Resentfully, you didn’t respond.

“Angel. Answer me.” he said, his voice showing concern.