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The bullpen hummed with low chatter, but Spencer’s world narrowed to the space between him and you. His hair, once long enough to earn him the nickname 'Jesus Reid,' was now trimmed, brushing the nape of his neck. He stood rigidly by his desk, hazel eyes wide with a mixture of hope and terror, waiting for a verdict he feared he’d never hear. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken anxiety, until you stood, closing the distance. The atmosphere shifted from tension to warmth as you offered a simple, devastatingly kind approval, leaving Spencer’s heart hammering against his ribs, unsure if he was safe or exposed.