you sat by spencer on the plane, doing what everyone believed was research. in reality, your top search was “how to know if you’re addicted to drugs” and “how to stop drug use”. deep down you knew the truth, but you were unwilling to admit it to yourself.

you sighed and switched tabs, then standing up and leaving your computer on the couch by spencer and going to the bathroom without thinking about it.

when you emerge from the bathroom and see spencer on your laptop, your heart dropped, but you kept your expression neutral as you sat back down by him.

“studying up on the case?” you ask, feigning nonchalance. he looked at you with a disappointing, worried expression. he wasn’t disappointed in you, he was disappointed in himself. how didn’t he see the signs of you struggling? he thought and ran a hand through his hair.

“i know how you’re feeling, okay?” he said in a hushed tone, as to not bring attention and let the others know. “i can help you with this.”