A/N: Awful people skills is pretty much the only warning here.
Surgery 2
There is a reason Spencer chose to be a surgeon. His incredible fine motor skills and his appalling people skills.
When he finds himself talk to the very attractive Mr. Morgan, who is apparently gay and incredible empathic, he finds himself reversing to all the bad habits he thought he had forsaken when he finished med school and eventually become a renowned surgeon.
He rambled. He had started talking and didn't stop except to add or edit in what he had just said, all the while thinking about how stupidly attractive the other man had been, and how he shouldn't let him talk ever again, because he had a very pleasant voice and Spencer was wearing very telling scrubs and hadn't had sexual relations in several months.
When he walks into the next room on his list, to check on one of his former surgeries and realizes that it's Mr. Morgan's ex-lover's little brother, and that Mr. Morgan is right next to his patient, he becomes aware that he is once again reverting to rambling.
"Good day Mr. Morgan, Eric," he greets and easily avoids being sucked into Mr. Morgan's deep brown eyes by never actually meeting them. "I'm here to check on my handiwork from last night. You probably don't remember me, as you were asleep when we first met, but you were a perfect patient, everything went as normal when you were on the table, and this is completely routine."
Spencer really wishes he wasn't such a blabber mouth around people he's attracted to. He's amazing with old ladies. Women in general is easy to communicate with, except if they come one to him. Most men doesn't give him any problems either, and he's been having a good streak until the night before when he had first laid eyes on Mr. Morgan.
At least what he said were actually relevant in the current situation.
"This the doc you were talking about, Der?" Eric asks Mr. Morgan who nods and they share a smile that makes Spencer feel suspicious. "Right, I'm just gonna," the kid says and pull at his night shirt till Spencer gets a clear view of the bandage covering the stitches.
It's much easier to remain clear-headed when he doesn't have to see or acknowledge Mr. Morgan, and he describes in detail to the two of them how to treat the stitches and what to do to avoid it scarring too badly.
"Alright then," he then says and pull back, briefly meeting the eyes of what is so obviously his demise, "so you can be released now, the nurses will be here in a moment to help with the details. It's been a pleasure working on you." He pats Eric's shoulder awkwardly and remembers that it's not only attractive men but also younger persons who he cannot work properly around, and throws a just as awkward nod in Mr. Morgan's direction as he avoids all eyes contact, and proceeds to flee the room.
Well, not actually flee, but he leaves in an overly brisk fashion that all too clearly shows his discomfort.
He's eight feet down the hall when a call of "Dr. Reid," in a very pleasant voice makes his feet stop moving, and turn him around to face the advancing Mr. Morgan, all without asking Spencer's brain for permission.
"Mr. Morgan, can I help you?" he asks, and hope he doesn't show just how surprised he is at how calm his words sound.
"You most certainly can," Mr. Morgan says and smiles a smile that sends tingles down to Spencer's fingertips. "First by calling me Derek, and second by letting me take you out to dinner."
And before Spencer know what's happening his mouth is saying, "Okay, Derek," and smiles tentatively while his cheeks feels like he's running a fever and his heart is trying to burst out his chest.
His mind is closed down but he thinks it might be for the best.