He left a key underneath the door mat for her every night, just in case. He didn't except her to come; Spencer was far too stubborn and self reliant. Still, before he went to bed, he'd make sure the key was still placed safely under the mat and he'd leave his bedroom door slightly ajar.
It was 3 a.m when he heard the door open with a soft creak. Her footsteps were slow, hesitant as they made their own to his bed. She stood over him for a minute, contemplating whether or not she should turn around and go home. It wasn't an easy thing for Spencer Hastings to admit she was scared. She was always the confident, independent and strong one. She never needed anyone.
Her heart beating in her ears, she pulled back his covers and slid under them. Immediately his strong arms wrapped around her frail frame, pulling her to him. "Spencer?" He whispered with sleep in his voice. "Are you ok?"
She curled into him, closing her eyes as his hand absentmindedly ran through her hair. She felt completely safe with Toby.
"Yeah I'm fine."