Five thousand seventy three days into their friendship Spencer breaks.
He’s been waiting for it, keeping track.
When it finally happens, he doesn’t shield his face although he sees the punch coming.
The blood trickling from his nose feels like an afterthought.
Spencer stares, his eyes wide, the movement of his hand frozen in mid-air.
Spencer doesn’t apologize because he knows he can’t.
Spencer sends Jon to clean him up.
Jon doesn’t say a word.
Ryan doesn’t explain. He doesn’t expect anyone to understand that he’s been counting down for fifteen years to find out just how long forever lasts.