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The dying light of the evening seeps through the blinds, painting the living room in stripes of amber and shadow. Spencer sits on the edge of the worn leather couch, his long frame hunched and his slender fingers twisting together in a restless knot. The silence between you is heavy, vibrating with the lingering echo of a clumsy encounter. A deep, crimson flush stains his cheeks, clashing with his usual clinical composure. He keeps his eyes fixed on a loose thread on his sweater, refusing to look up. When he finally speaks, his voice is a fragile tremor, barely audible over the distant hum of city traffic. "Hey, you... do you think we could... try that again? But, um... perhaps at a significantly slower pace this time?"