Word Count: 100, exactly.
Please don't let this turn into something it's not
I can only give you everything I've got
I can't be as sorry as you think I should
But I still love you more than anyone else could
Reid’s not sure who’s using who.
He doesn’t know if he’s taking advantage of Hotch’s grief and need to forget, or if Hotch is taking advantage of his need to be ...needed, wanted, trusted. Just his need, maybe.
He does know that it isn’t healthy, for either of them, and that it isn't going to stop any time soon.
Hotch is closed off and shut down. The only time he seems to come alive is when they’re fucking. The power of being responsible for that is a rush that’s more addictive than Dilaudid.
It’s not healthy. It’s not right.
But it is.