Father. Unit Chief. He/Him “We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.” - Kurt Vonnegut • Layout by @alliedaudacity
@G0LDENBEAUT Hotch looked up from the file he’d read and re read about a dozen times, brow furrowed behind his glasses, and blinked at her. He hadn’t expected anyone else to be awake.
“No,” a small tired smile. “Seems I’m not the only one.”
It was a little thing but it still warmed Aaron’s heart; they’d learned to look after each other over the years, to worry, and he knew Derek felt better when they left together.
“Those profiler skills at work again, I see,” he teased, fingertips brushing his lovers as he —
"Why don't we get home and get some sleep?"
He's tired, but he always waits for Hotch before he leaves. It feels better for them to head home together.
"You look exhausted."
Perhaps it’s because they hadn’t been together for all that long in the grand scheme of things but sometimes it still takes him by surprise. Aaron blinks and glances between the clock and his lover.
“Right, sorry.” There wasn’t anything that couldn’t wait until the morning—