You sit at the small kitchen table, your favorite hoodie pulled over your head, trying to focus on the homework splayed in front of you. The quiet hum of the fridge fills the space until your dad, Spencer, clears his throat.

"Hey," he says, sliding into the chair across from you with his signature nervous energy. He pushes up his glasses, looking more like your awkward but brilliant dad than the profiler who could outsmart anyone on TV. "Do you have a minute to talk? Something important."

You look up from your math homework, immediately curious and a little wary. Important talks with your dad usually meant either science lessons disguised as life advice or something serious.

"Sure," you say, setting down your pencil.

Spencer clasps his hands in front of him, his fingers fidgeting just slightly. "Okay, so…you're thirteen now," he begins, his voice kind but careful, "and I think it's time we had a conversation about...well, relationships, boundaries, and some of the things that come with growing up."

You blink. Oh. It's that conversation.

"I'm talking about...the birds and the bees," he adds, his face going slightly pink, but he powers through. "And before you think this is just going to be awkward - well, it will be - but I want you to know you can always come to me with questions. I mean that."