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'All his?' Spencer kept his gaze glued to the sidewalk with that statement, wondering if the man meant to make his words sound so inviting. He shook his head. "No, can't say that I do. I'm not really one to attract well... girls." He only hoped Michael knew what he meant. Explaining further always made him flustered.

Spencer slid into the passenger's seat, touching a finger against the bobble-head doll, causing it to rock back and forth. Hearing Michael's question caused the young actor to want to bury his head in the glove compartment. Did he really have to ask? "I.. am gay," he said, leaning his head forward slightly so his hair would cover his blush. He wondered if Michael would be disgusted by his sexual orientation and decide not to go at all.

Was... Did Michael just make a joke? he silently asked himself. Spencer decided to take it as one or else his face would be lit up so bright, it would probably glow. "I.. never would have guessed that about you," he said, allowing himself to crack a small grin. Ok, maybe he did have some suspicion's of the stage manager. Why else those eyes of his be looking him up and down earlier? "Small world, I guess."

Maybe Spencer was a better actor than he thought himself to be, having hidden his sexuality from Michael. Or so he believed. "Um.. Take the first left up ahead, the second right, and another left and we'll be there. And trust me. I can't wait to get there. I missed breakfast this morning and am starving." He placed a hand over his stomach, leaning back in the passenger's seat as if exhausted.

"It wasn't that I skipped it voluntarilly," Spencer explained. "I just got a late start this morning and was determined to get to work on time to avoid hearing you scold me for a full hour. And don't tell me that you wouldn't have. I know how you tend to be with the actors and their tardiness."

"Right you are," Spencer replied, He hopped out of his side of the man's car, stretching his legs and rolling his shoulders. It wasn't a long ride at all, but he hated sitting in one place for too long. Walking around to Michael, he tugged at the sleeve of his shirt. "Come on. Let's go inside. It's getting chilly out here."

The coat upon his shoulders was an unexpected pleasantry. A kind gesture that he gladly accepted, forcing himself not to shy away from the hug. It actually felt kind of nice. "You just don't want my throat getting sore a few days before the performance," he accused, allowing himself to be lead into the restraunt. "I'm sure in any other case, the cold would just be a burden I would have to deal with on my own."

Michael was just full of unexpected surprises, it seemed. Spencer decided it definitely must have its pros when coming out of the closet if he was going to continue receiving this type of treatment. Lowering his head in a bashful manner, he tried to conceal the small grin that wanted to form. "Thanks," he muttered, eyes flicking up to catch a glimpse of the other man. Finally, he just shook his head quickly, trying to clear his thoughts. "Let's just go in already! You're embarassing me." Instead of a simple tug of the sleeve, this time the actor took Michael by the hand to pull him inside.