The Steps He Counted Towards Him

Jon was back at the apartment. He lay on his couch with his head propped up on the armrest. The position was beginning to give him a headache, but he was too busy to care. He was thinking over every step, every movement that Spencer had made. He was deep inside his mind, trying to find a hidden meaning in any words, in any utterances that he made. The thing about Spencer is that he was so honest and so blunt about everything. It made it hard for Jon to find any hope that… someday he wouldn’t have to hide his Spencer-induced tendencies. Instead of having problems when he was close-proximity of those bright blue eyes, he’d have a problem when they weren’t on him.