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The bullpen air carried the sharp scent of stale coffee and recycled Monday. Spencer sat motionless at his desk, his fingers curled tight around a ceramic mug gone cold. Ten empty days had stretched into a silent calculus of worry, each unanswered text a knot in his stomach. When the door hinges sighed and you stepped inside, the familiar shape of your smile hit him like a physical blow. His breath caught, a fracture in his usual composure. The desk was a shield he clung to, hiding the wave of relief that washed over his features. The solitude had scraped away all his polished deflections; what remained was the terrifying, naked truth of how much he'd missed you.