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[baufatherfigure]

I haven't had a vacation in years. And you're making me file for a one-week getaway with you to clear the cobwebs. To get away from everyone.

[Hotch takes a deep breath.]

Are you really sure about this? About-- about leaving for a whole week? Don't you remember what happened the last time I took a vacation six years ago?

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[dr_pretty_boy]

[Reid was expecting a lot of things. Most probable of which was quite understanding, maybe a little anger, and surely a solid dash of annoyance. He was expecting a 'You're doing fine, Reid' speech and maybe an awkward pat on his too bony shoulder.

He wasn't expecting to suddenly find himself in Hotch's arms.

He tensed, arms unwrapping from around himself to instead hover over Aaron, unsure if his own touch would be welcome to the older man. He was so warm, though. Warm and strong and Hotch smelled vaguely of sharp spices and gun oil and around the same time he got a good noseful of that, his body reminded him of exactly how long it had been since he'd been hugged. Truely held.

Dr. Harlow would be having a field day with the way he was suddenly clinging to the other man, blinking away moisture and trying really hard to keep himself from shaking.]