"Sorry," he echoed with a sheepish smile, looking at Hadley. He spoke so quietly that his voice was just above a whisper. "Are you alright?"
"He's fine," Isaac insisted, waving his hand again. "Are you?"
"Yeah, I–" He cut himself off, his eyes darting towards Hadley again. "I didn't mean to intrude. I've been looking for you." He eyed him warily. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"He's fine," Isaac repeated with a beat of exasperation, frowning at Spencer.
"How sober are you?" He asked, looking between them.
"Who?"
"Both of you."
"Too sober now," Isaac replied, clapping a hand on Hadley's shoulder. "Let's go and get some more drinks."
"I don't think I want any more drinks," he mumbled, pushing his thumb against his lip.
"Then come back inside and watch me have more drinks," he shrugged easily, picking up both of their glasses and getting to his feet in a swift, graceless movement which caused him to stumble slightly. 
Spencer reached a hand out to help him regain his balance— which he accepted with a laugh— and offered him a small smile. He was lit by the soft, fuzzy glow of the porch light, painted in hazy gold and a streak of silvery shadows that eased the narrow sharpness of his cheekbones and jawline, his bright eyes glittering.
"Give us a couple of minutes," he murmured, looking at Isaac from his seat on the porch step.
Isaac hesitated. He glanced between them, cleared his throat and threw Spencer a distant, polite smile. "I'll be inside."
When he left, closing the door behind him with a click, Spencer stepped towards him and crouched down on the balls of his feet, his elbows resting on his thighs and his fingers interlaced. "Hey."
"Hey," he murmured, smiling softly, biting the side of his thumb. 
Spencer leaned towards him, their faces close, and his bright, shrewd eyes darted over Hadley's face. There was the slightest glimmer of a smile playing on his lips. "What were you guys talking about?"
The front door opened again and Isaac poked his head out, his voice raised in a whisper-shout. "Hey!" He called. "Elodie is on her way out here!"
Without saying anything else, he disappeared back inside, leaving the door ajar, and Hadley smoothed his hand over his forehead, closing his eyes and sighing, when he heard Isaac inside saying, "Hey, Elodie! Where you goin'?"
When she appeared outside a few moments later, the glow of the hallway light seeping out onto the front porch, her arms were folded over her chest and there were small black marks under her eyes where she had smudged her mascara. She trained her dark eyes on Spencer and said quietly, "I knew you'd be out here."
"How?" He asked, looking up at her from where he was still crouched— Hadley could smell the fresh musk of his cologne.
"Because Evan said that Hadley and Isaac were," she murmured, twisting her mouth around. "Charlotte's not staying here anymore so I'm gonna stay at her place instead."
"When are you leaving?" He asked while Hadley studied his side-profile; the glint of his eyes, the curve of his eyelashes, the sweet shape of his mouth. "I'll drop you guys off."
"Her sister is gonna come and pick us up later," she told him with a small shake of her head, her voice flat as she began twisting her necklace. 
Shifting her weight from one leg to the other, she tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear and, for the first time, looked at Hadley. For a long moment, she didn't say anything, but let her eyes roam over him. Her face was entirely still— entirely blank— and her dark eyes were glimmering but he couldn't figure out what she was thinking.