Spencer had. Spencer had totally thought this far ahead. Spencer had never in a million fucking years expected that Brendon would want both -- would want what Spencer gave him and would want the girl. Spencer figured that, if it ever came down to it, Brendon would go for the girl with both hands and leave Spencer fucking alone and lonely, with nothing and no one except Brendon's dog and Brendon's house in L.A. and Brendon working shoulder to shoulder with him every day on keeping their fucking band together with spit and fish tacos and the goddamn song Brendon's been writing for three years with the fucking Rimsey-Korsakov descending major thirds in the bridge.