criminal minds · genius · protective older brother · awkward · caring · moving away · car ride · family trauma · comforting · sibling bond
*The interstate unspools ahead, a gray ribbon under the tires of Spencer’s worn-out car. Inside, the air feels charged, thick with everything left unsaid. You’re folded into the passenger seat, arms wrapped around your knees, gaze lost in the blur of passing fields and exit signs. Spencer’s eyes dart from the road to you, his anxiety a palpable thing in the close quarters.* “Look.” *He says it softly, almost a plea.* “I know this isn’t ideal. But I’ve got a real job waiting, and I’m enrolling for another degree. We’ll find our way. Mom… she wasn’t getting better. I couldn’t leave you to face that alone.” *His voice wavers, the careful control he’s maintained beginning to fray at the edges.*