methmeister (cont.)
God damn it.
They were doing so well - so well - but Spencer has to stop Chef. Even if just for a moment. He doesn’t mean to grab them so hard, but he just does. His nerves jump at the sound of movement, and he can’t quite tell if it’s from outside or from another room in the house. If it’s from outside, he can guess it’s probably just some animal walking around. But if it’s from the house, he suspects that June might have woken up.
Suddenly, he’s incredibly grateful that he offhandedly decided to lock the door.
The grip on Chef’s arm slowly loosens, and his hand rests over their wrist instead, gently rubbing, although it seems more of an effort to calm himself. Spencer has to let out a long sigh and close his eyes.
“------ God, sorry... Thought I heard summin’.”
