@disastersdamsel "I'd like to keep it that way." He gets up from his seat, pays his bill, and leaves a healthy tip.
"See you tomorrow night." And then he's heading out the door. He'll go home, and sit next to Jack for a bit, watch him sleep. He needs to remind himself why he's here.
@disastersdamsel -before nudging the beer bottle her way. "Sorry. Um." He blinks his eyes open, back to normal. "Do you have things handled here? Or do you think Dalton will come back and bother you tonight?"
@disastersdamsel -be. It had nothing to do with the drinking, but with the opportunity to... help someone somehow.
He loved Jack with all his heart, but this feeling of uselessness was eating him alive. Of course, he couldn't tell her all that.
He rubs his eyes with his thumb and forefinger -
@geniusprofiler "I want to." And then Hotch is getting out of the car, brokering no further argument. He *did* want to. Hotch wanted to take care of Spencer. He always has, but he has constantly had to restrain himself. Spencer is a grown man, a genius, and an FBI agent. He knows how to take -