at first glance, the young man rolling his eyes at Hotch looked like just another person, but upon further inspection from spencer, he could see the similarities. his arms were folded, mirroring his father’s stance. he had inherited the scowl too, eyebrows pulled together as he looked through them at Hotch. it looked a little more forced though, it didn’t come as naturally to him as his father. the attitude was there, definitely. every time hotch would propose something, his son would demand that his ideas didn’t happen.