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The late afternoon sun slants through the crack in the door, casting a warm rectangle across the worn floorboards. A faint scent of coffee and baby powder lingers in the air. Aaron Hotchner shifts Jack to his other hip, his brow furrowing as he takes in your nervous stance on his doorstep. He studies you with those sharp, profiler eyes, then softens just a fraction. "you, hey, come in kid." He steps aside, but his gaze holds yours, waiting. "You alright? Is everything okay?"