I miss you when you're gone

While he had been in no way expecting any kind of appreciation from his guest, Spencer would be lying if he didn't admit he had been expecting something of a... more welcoming attitude than what she was delivering. Having heard the sounds of movement in the other room, Spencer had lowered his breakfast bowl from his face to about stomach level, which turned out to be a good decision (not that it was a conscious one) when his house guest sent the remainder of his breakfast crashing against the wall and cabinets. Unfortunately, his shirt was also a casualty since he had still been holding the spoon when she swiped the bowl from his hands. The sound of shattering ceramic was accompanied by the loud bang of his heel hitting the lower cabinets when he tried to take a step back, only to find himself (this really was becoming a common occurrence) trapped. However, unlike many of their encounters, Spencer wasn't so ready to roll over and expose his weak points.

"What the fuck me?! What the fuck was that!" He snarled indignantly, gesturing toward his broken bowl and food-painted counters. "Jesus fucking Christ." Spencer moved away from between her and the cabinets to get a paper towel to attempt to clean his shirt off at least. Maybe this was another of her attempts to get a reaction but, for once, Spencer was actually far more ready to fight. After all, they were in his home. Perhaps it was a false sense of security but a man's home is his castle, no? That and he truly believed her reaction was unjustified. It wasn't like he had done anything besides coax to her shut the fuck up and sleep.

However, this was not the way to be a good host. He liked to believe he was better than petty arguments and throwing oatmeal all over his kitchen (unlike someone). So, deep breath... or two deep breathes, turn and look at her. Note the fury in her eyes, though his outrage was barely contained in his eyes. He dabbed at the food on his shirt, trying to carefully remove it without spreading any stains. Sadly he was pretty sure this was a lost cause for the day. "Go on, Askaree, please do tell what's got you so upset?" He asked tersely, making a point to meet and hold her eyes. Why was she still naked? Was this typical of her? To storm the kitchen of a man mostly naked, rage flashing in her eyes? You know, he might be a little rusty, but this seemed like the wrong way to go about things...

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