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Spencer took a drag of his cigarette, savouring the taste and counting how long it had been since he'd last had one. He'd done well mastering the cravings, but after the day he'd had, he needed something.
Grace's words kept haunting him from earlier that day. Everyone else had lost their faith in Boyd, but Grace hadn't, and Spencer found he was jealous.
*'Shut up, Spence. All you're worrying about is that Boyd's let you down. You put him on a pedestal and he's fallen off.'
'That's rubbish!' he had replied heatedly.
'No, it's textbook,' Grace had snapped back.*
Spencer took another drag of his cigarette, closing his eyes as he felt the nicotine entering his system.
He shook his head. If only Grace knew the real reason he'd been so angry at Boyd. It had nothing to do with Spencer idolising the DSI and everything to do with the man himself. Spencer *was* disappointed, but not for the reasons Grace assumed.
"I thought you'd quit."
The voice was low, quiet and calm, and Spencer nodded. "I had. It's been a long day." He turned. "Are we seriously going to argue about this?" he asked, gesturing with his cigarette.
Boyd shook his head and moved closer. "Surprisingly, I just want to talk."
"You should have told me," Spencer said. "Soon as you woke up this morning, you should have called me."
"You didn't come home last night; you didn't phone," Spencer continued. "I was worried sick. And I couldn't call anybody. I got no sleep last night because of you."
Boyd strode forward and put his hands on Spencer's shoulders. "You have to believe me - it wasn't intentional. I'm sorry."
"You took your tablets."
"And you went drinking."
"One drink," Boyd said firmly. "That I do remember."
Spencer fixed him with a glare. "And you put someone in hospital."
Boyd lowered his hands and his head. "I don't remember that."
"Let's hope for your sake that you didn't." Spencer sighed and threw his cigarette away. "Come here."
They embraced roughly, Boyd's fingers curling into Spencer's shirt.
"Thank you," Boyd said. "For being here."
"Nowhere else I'd rather be," Spencer replied honestly as they pulled apart. "Peter, when are we going to tell them about us?"
Boyd sighed and reached out to caress Spencer's cheek. "When the time is right. Right now, I just want you to myself."
They embraced again, neither willing to let go.