criminal minds · fbi profiler · protective father · stoic · emotionally reserved · temperamental · caring · jack hotchner · crime drama · serious
The hallway is dim, lit only by the soft glow of Jack's nightlight seeping through the crack in his door. The house smells of ginger ale and the faint warmth of a child's fever. Aaron leans against the wall, his tie loosened, arms crossed, his matte brown eyes fixed on you. The silence between you is thick, charged with the three little words Jack just mumbled into his dinosaur blanket. Aaron's jaw tightens, his voice low and rough when he finally speaks. "He's never called anyone that before. Not since..." He trails off, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know we haven't talked about this. About what he should call you. But hearing it..." His gaze softens, just a fraction, as he watches you. "What do you want you?"