i swear i swear that i'm a good kid

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a dad and his kiddos

It’s been a couple months since he last saw the Wrights. Last time he saw them, he’d visited for Christmas – though he doesn’t really celebrate it ‘cause he’s Jewish, it was still nice to be invited to some family shendig. It’s more than he could say for his own immediate family, which he hadn’t even spoken to in years – but he’s not about to dwell on that junk. Point is, a surprise visit had been dropped on him from said Wrights, NONE of whom he was even remotely close to.

He usually is such a busy bee, and it takes a lot  of reaching out to him before he’ll even consider answering most calls, or even knocks at the door – but, imagine his surprise when he feels in a good enough mood to answer immediately. Imagine his SECOND surprise when he opens the door, and there’s Jane – holding a baby against her chest, and a hand cupped around little Spencer’s wrist. Something about seeing her so frazzled left him speechless – so much so that the young star could only nod wordlessly when she asked to come inside. 

When Spencer is pulled in behind Jane, it isn’t hard for the celebrity to notice the kid looks pretty down. Like, something about this sudden visit just feels wrong and weird. Since WHEN does his family ever just visit him? Even if they’re distant cousins, they barely even interacted before. So what’s with this visit? … Billy doesn’t know, but he’s about to find out. When he puts on some annoying baby show to keep Jane and Jessica distracted, he motions for little Spence to follow him, lips pursed and eyes flickering to the kitchen, head also nodding that way. 

When his motions don’t work, he rolls his eyes and sighs, then bends over a bit – a hand pushes against Spencer’s back, guiding him into the kitchen. He picks up the small brunette and places him on one of the high bar chairs – so high his feet don’t even reach halfway down. Billy takes a seat beside him – legs so long they touch the floor anyways, even with how tall these chairs are. Leaning forward over the bar counter, he rests his chin on threaded hands, humming to himself. He’s waiting for Spencer to speak up … but again, that just doesn’t happen. Clicking his tongue, he leans his cheeks even more into his hands – black eyes burning holes through the kid. When he next speaks, curiousity drips throughout his entire tone – it’s real, genuine, interest in this whole … peculiar sitch. 

'He doesn't even try, and when things go wrong, he just cries about it. He does it to try and get out of trouble Every time!' the words of angered teachers rang in his ears. So there would be no crying today. It wouldn't help him now, and he didn't want to get further in trouble for doing so.

No disobeying. No causing problems. Just be a good boy for one and whatever happens next, hope it's over with fast. He's scared but he won't cry. He won't cry.

He's not really paying attention to anything around him. Just staying quiet, keeping his head down. He didn't even notice Billy motioning for him. Getting away from his mom was a massive relief, but the silence between him and his cousin wasn't much less awkward. He didn't want to say anything. He was scared what his mom might say. He'd met Billy once. In the short time they'd known each other, he was the first adult who didn't treat time with him like a chore, who didn't see his existence as a problem. Spencer didn't want Billy to see him like that. But his mom was gonna tell him sooner or later, and when she does...