When Morgan takes hold of his hand, his fingers slippery from the butter on the popcorn they've been sharing, it suddenly occurs to Spencer that this might be a date. The action could have been accidental and he doesn't want to jump to any conclusions-that's something that's blown up in his face before-so he waits one heartbeat, then two, then three, and when Morgan still hasn't released him, he very slowly, very carefully looks at him out of the corner of his eye. Morgan's watching him, his expression intent, and Spencer's eyes snap back to the screen.

For several long minutes, neither of them move. Morgan's hand is warm and firm on top of Spencer's but there's nothing hard or restraining about it. It's just there, lightly surrounding his, a silent question waiting for an answer. Spencer gnaws on a twizzler, trying to interpret what it means that Morgan's grip had momentarily tightened by just a tiny fraction when he wrapped his lips around the long, thin candy, and the only conclusion he can think of makes his face flood with heat until he's probably as red as his snack.

He can feel his gaze, just as tangible as his hand, and Spencer's heart leaps at how impossible this all is, but by the time the main character has saved the world and gotten the girl, his fingers are loosely, but surely, curled around Morgan's.


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Written as part of the daily drabble exercise I do over on my LJ. Answers the prompt "Morgan and Reid go the movies."