Morgan jumped up as soon as the doors opened, quickly forgetting the strangeness of the surly twenty-something man with whom he shared a name and sexual orientation. His eyes scanned the crown and he quickly spotted the mop of brown hair that he loved so much. He made eye contact, and within a few seconds had the slim body in his arms. "Hey, Pretty Boy." He greeted, his way of testing the waters. He never knew when a meeting had been particularly emotionally exhausting for Spence, and he didn't want to push him. He was greeted with an enthusiastic hug back, with a quick kiss. So, the session had been a positive one. Sometimes Spencer came out with tear stains on his cheeks and didn't talk to him for the rest of the day. Those days were the reason he came to the meetings and waited in the waiting room with the creepy guy every time; he didn't want Spencer alone and driving after that kind of meeting. He knew it was part of the therapeutic process, and he was glad that Spencer was finally confronting his issues from childhood that had caused him to continue with the dilaudid, but that didn't mean that it hurt his heart any less whenever he saw Spencer crying. Today Spencer was in a good mood though, so he pushed those thoughts away. "So, tomorrow is Christmas Eve. Can I treat you to dinner?" Morgan was a bit taken aback by this offer, but if Spencer was in the mood he wasn't going to turn it down. A few minutes later he pulled the car into their favorite place, The Roadhouse, a little diner on the side of the road. To be honest, he was kind of glad Spencer wanted to stop for dinner because the snow was coming down heavily now, and it wasn't something he was that thrilled about driving in.
Their weather-appropriate food, a grilled cheese with tomato soup for Reid and a stew for Derek, was delicious, as it always was at The Roadhouse. After they finished the older man looked up and realized that Spencer was biting his lip. Derek reached for his hand under the table, unsure what had gone wrong.
Deep brown eyes met his through shaggy bangs as the younger agent looked up at him, still biting his soft, deliciously soft and kissable – fuck, Derek, get it together, something serious could be going on here – He waited for the other man to speak. Finally it came, "I… have something that I need to tell you." Derek's heart jumped and twisted in his chest, and he suddenly regretted the food that was making him so contentedly full just seconds before. Spencer continued, "… but not here. I'll tell you when we get back to your place… if you're okay with me coming over, I mean." His mind raced through anything he'd done wrong, anything that could make Spencer give him that look. Was there another man?