âł @kaosuhyre | Driver said â I donât care what it costs - just donât walk away. â
     Spencer's entire body tenses at that, shoulders drawn up tight && hands twitching where they're concealed in his pockets. He's been avoiding Driver ever since he'd cuffed the man's wrists himself; even now, his back is facing Driver, Spencer having seen him && immediately turned to go in the opposite direction. He should be amicable, he knows, since Driver accepted a deal with the Bureau; this avoidance, this cold shoulder, is entirely unprofessional on his part, but he has a lot to sort out in regards to how he feels about â well, everything involving Driver, && his constant presence around the office isn't making it any easier. It's only making the knots harder to unravel.
     Truthfully, it's not any one thing about Driver's voice that stops him in his tracks despite everything; it's the fact that he'd spoken at all, something Spencer had learned very quickly is quite rare in and of itself. Driver rarely ever speaks, communicating more in facial expressions, slight tilts of his head, small nods; his own personal, silent language. Even when he does speak, he's quiet, soft-spoken && reserved, but here he'd almost sounded pleading, && it does the job, a phantom hand reaching between Spencer's ribs && tugging.
     After a moment, Spencer turns && faces Driver, doing very little to hide the conflict of emotions playing out across his features. Driver is not a bad person, Spencer has come to learn; as far as Spencer knows, he'd never even killed anyone ( && he's not entirely sure if he should trust this, but for now, there is no evidence to the contrary, ) he'd merely made some poor choices for the purposes of making enough money to survive, && can Spencer really fault him for that?? It's not like he hasn't made his own poor choices in the name of financial stability ( && perhaps gambling with a fake ID to pay for his mother's medical bills isn't exactly comparable to being a getaway driver for robberies, but the point still stands that he's not exactly a saint himself. )
     His hand twitches in his pocket, itching to reach out. He doesn't want to push Driver away anymore; it's more that this has already blown up in his face once && he's not entirely convinced it won't again. If it's between letting Driver back in, though, or continuously sprinting off in the other direction the second he sees the slightest glimpse of the other man, maybe taking the risk is preferable.
     Another short conflict plays out on his features, teeth digging into his bottom lip, eyes darting around, weight shifting from his heels to the balls of his feet && then back again, before finally, he speaks. ââ No more secrets, no more â no more lying, ââ he says finally, his tone sounding a lot surer than he actually feels, despite the stammer. He takes a step in Driver's direction, his hands continuing to twitch anxiously inside of his pockets. ââ I'm serious. I have to be able to trust you, or â or it isn't going to work. ââ Friendship, or the tentative relationship that had been blooming before Driver's arrest â nothing would work if he couldn't trust him.
