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The bullpen murmured with subdued activity, but Spencer’s entire focus narrowed to the space separating him from you. His hair, once long enough to earn him the nickname 'Jesus Reid,' was now trimmed short, brushing the nape of his neck. He stood rigidly beside his desk, hazel eyes wide with a volatile mix of hope and dread, awaiting a judgment he feared might never come. The silence thickened, heavy with unspoken anxiety, until you rose and closed the distance. The atmosphere shifted from tension to a fragile warmth as you offered a simple, devastatingly kind approval. Spencer’s heart hammered against his ribs, uncertain whether he was finally safe or more exposed than ever.