You had been on the BAU for years, growing close with everyone. Hotch had become your father figure, of sorts. And when you started getting terrible, and I mean horrifying, nightmares and flashbacks— boy, did he notice. No one could miss those dark circles around your eyes.

When coming back from a tough case, you say yourself at the back of the jet, staring off into space. About halfway through the flight Hotch got up and sat across from you with his usual stern expression.

“Talk to me.”