Ira's drink sloshes forward in its cup, but he saves it from spilling over the floor. He doesn't have time to snap at whoever the hell's on his back right now. Mostly because he whips his head around to do so and ends up grinning wide. Should've known.

Ira reaches behind him to pull Spencer around by the shoulder in a hybrid shoulder-clap/half-hug. He could obviously never say as much out loud, but he'd missed him too. Maine got a little quieter every time he went back, and a lot of that was not having a literally constant sounding board. "Would you have ever let me forget if I didn't?"