Later that night, Spencer found it hard to sleep. His mind raced, as he could not stop thinking about what had happened earlier that day. It was all so much, that it seemed almost impossible to shove the thought out of his mind to make room for even the smallest of sleepyness to wash over him. Spencer groaned, flopping over on his stomach and looking at the alarm clock next to his bed. It was only 11:32. Seeing this, Spencer shoved his head into the pillow, trying to think of something else. Racking his brain for something, anything to slowen the beating of his heart, which had been pounding in his chest all day. Something calm, something that would help him to forget, if even only for the night what had happened. Minutes passed, but Spencer didn't feel anymore tired than he did before. Spencer sat up, rubbing his head. He looked over at Billy, who was stll, for some odd reason, up doing his late night reading. Spencer couldn't see the book cover in the darkness, but he knew what it was. The only books Billy really would ever read were ones about him, or music. And he had read all the ones about music in the house, so, the only left were the many biographies he had. The room was silent for a long while, the only sound being the occasional turning of the book's pages, and the clicking sounds his reading glasses (yes, he wore reading glasses) made when he ajusted them. Then, Billy looked up, and at Spencer. Spencer was a bit suprised when he did, and quickly flopped back onto the bed, covering himself up. Billy frowned, taking off his glasses, and narrowed his eyes at Spencer. He floated over to him and sat next to him. Spencer looked up, but other than that, didn't move a muscle.

"You okay, Spencer?" Billy asked, feeling Spencer's forehead in a concerned manner. Spencer only pushed Billy's hand away, not saying a word, and turned over. Billy leaned forward, trying to see Spencer's face.

"Are you okay?" He asked again, this time, in a more serious tone. Spencer began to nod, but, after realizing he wasn't okay, shook his head.

"What is it?" Billy turned Spencer back over, so he could talk to him directly. The two just looked at eachother, as Spencer tried to think of an excuse. When none came to him, he sat up, and clutched his pillow tightly, preparing to tell Billy what was on his mind.

"I-I'm having a hard time...sleeping." Spencer replied, looking down at his pillow.

"What, don't tell me you're seeing the pillow now." Billy joked, smiling, until he failed to get a reaction from Spencer. Spencer put the pillow back and folded his arms.

"No, I'm just taking a bit more time processing today then I'd like. That's all." Spencer tried not to look like he was tired or anything, but Billy saw through this, and could tell what the problem was.

"Oh, I see. Yo've got those late-night thoughts, huh?" Billy said. Spencer shrugged, and nodded. While it may have been just a quick summary, it was pretty accurate. The problem was, telling him what they were about. He didn't want to put Billy in any sense of doubt, or make him think he was betraying him. Though he had said yes, he only now was begining to really dig deep into the context of the situation. He would undertstand this, wouldn't he? Spencer knew Billy wasn't always mature for his age (and neither was he, for that matter) but he would see where he was going, and catch on. But, what if he didn't? What if Billy thought Spencer didn't really like him all that much anymore? The last thing Spencer wanted was for Billy to become sad and leave. He highly doubted this would happen, but, it had happened once. Soon, Spencer found himself not wanting to say anything more about the topic. He shut up like a clam, and laid back down.

"What? Was it something I said?" Billy asked, a bit puzzled by Spencer's actions. Spencer shook his head, and covered himself up completely with his blanket.

"I don't want to talk about it anymore." Came a low mumble from underneath. Billy was a bit worried about Spencer now. He never usually acted like this. The only time he could think of, was when he was mad at Billy, and Billy's didn't recall doing anything wrong. Whatever was on Spencer's mind must have been seriously upsetting. Billy thought for a little while, unsure of what to do or say. He found himself yawning minutes later, and decided to go to bed.

"Hey Spence, can I sleep with you again?" Billy asked, lightly shaking Spencer to get his attention. The room remained silent for a while, until there came a muffled answer from underneath the blanket.

"Fine."

After that, Billy didn't hesitate to get in, and snuggle up close to Spencer. Spencer was a bit suprised, but ignored it. He was, to some extent, use to it. It was a little awkward for some reason, but he didn't know why, so, he pretended not to notice.

"Hey, erm...Billy?" Spencer found himself saying, having no idea what he was doing. Billy looked slightly upwards and smiled.

"What?"

"I was wondering, do you think this is such a good idea? I mean...I'm only 17, and I don't even think it's possible to marry someone who's, you know, dead? That's the whole point of the 'death do you part' thing."

"Don't worry, I have everything under conrtol. I know my plan's don't always work, but I'm sure that this one will." Billy replied, trying his hardest to reassure Spencer. He could easily tell Spencer was becoming doubtful, but, he didn't want that to happen. He wanted Spencer to realize that this is what they needed.

"Okay, I guess I believe you." And with that, he began to fall asleep, a bit skeptical, but, trying his hardest to tell himself Billy knew what he was doing. Even if it seemed like a bad idea.