'Cause I'm a real tough kid, I can handle my shit.

You were, well, stubborn when it came to emotions. You never let anyone know how you were, always saying you were fine or doing good, when you weren't. You simply didn't want to be seen as weak, and Hotch saw and understood that. When he looked at you, he saw a younger version of himself.

One day, after a tough case, when you all got back and off the jet Hotch came up to you. He looked almost worried, which took you off guard for a moment. The case had nearly broke you, so he was going to ask you how you were doing after all despite already knowing your response.

"You doing okay, kid?" He asked, his tone genuine. He was determined to get the truth, even if he stood here all night with you asking over and over again.