My brother and I spent some quality time one-on-one. We went motorcycle camping.
Just like a similar post I made 2 weeks ago in the cheerful tuesday when I spent some one-on-one time with my dad for the first time in a long time, I haven't done anything with just my brother in almost as many years. He even mentioned how weird it felt to not be with his husband, because they are just always together. His husband is super dependent on him and they've been inseparable for the ~5 years they've been married.
We rode almost 450 miles up through the mountains, stopped at some roadside oddities, somehow found an excellent first-come-first-served campsite right on the river on one of the busiest camping holidays of the year, cooked over the fire, and had an amazing time.
The only downside seemed to be that my brother has a propensity for vintage bikes, and modern vintage bike reproductions... so even his most comfortable ride out of the 3 bikes he has was still a bit of a pain in the ass (literally) compared to my cushy little adventure cruiser.