[Criminal Minds] years before love

Rossi sighed and poured the fried sauce over his face, eager to remind Hotch what they were doing less than an hour ago.

"I know it's not right, our relationship...what I want from you...is not right." Hotch looked at him, "But Dave, we really couldn't expect more from that start—and you Don't want to be in love with me."

Rossi turned off the fire, pushed the dinner in front of him, and put his hand on the back of his hand, "Aaron, I admit that we had better options at the time, but I didn't force you."

"Strictly speaking, I said no." Hotch chuckled.

"It's not your fault though." He bowed his head.

Where Gideon was clearly ignorant and trying to infer from his actions, Hotch was actually quite confident that the other party couldn't have really known what had happened without further prompting.Even if Gideon is one of the most professional and excellent profilers, when it comes to a certain person, both deduction and induction will always be flawed, and Hotch is probably an expert in hiding emotions—no matter what Gideon says, no matter what he does. No matter how turbulent his heart was, he probably didn't have much expression on his face.

Even if Gideon knew there must be something wrong, he couldn't touch the truth.

Hotch absolutely believes that Rossi wiped that history clean.

After poking the spaghetti in front of him a few times, Hotch continued, "I really needed money at that time, but I only planned to knock a sum at that time."

"What made you change your mind?" Rossi looked at him, as if he saw Hotch, who was still a teenager in a small cafe ten years ago, sitting across from him holding a book. It's not something that can be explained.

"Your ring, Dave. And your identity."

"Explain." Rossi paused for a second, "Do you have any special interests in married men? I remember that you didn't know exactly who I was."

"Dave, you're not wearing a wedding ring." Hotch snorted. "I know that eagle."

"Is that what I'm wearing?" Rossi himself can't remember what he was wearing at the time. "Cough... Although my relationship experience has always been bad, but that kind of thing really happened once, and I probably feel very guilty."

"It's not a good idea to blackmail someone who has been on the battlefield." Hotch didn't care about his embarrassment, "Although I don't know your identity clearly, I can probably guess that it's the FBI or something, plus your request... I was a little panicked at first, I didn't intend to provoke a pervert that I can't afford."

"Pretty keen insight, I think you are very suitable for my job since then. But strictly speaking, you can still try to throw me in jail." Rossi comforted without sincerity.

"I'll be beaten to death in the judicial system." Hotch paused for a second, looked at Rossi's hurt expression and shook his head, "It wasn't you."

Rossi opened his mouth and finally just took his hand.

Hotch forced the corners of his mouth into a smile, "It's all over, and you're not that perverted."

Rossi tightened his fingers. "Aaron, it's okay if you don't want to. But if you want to, you can do it anytime."

Hotch gulped a few mouthfuls of food silently, frowned and stared at the hand that was holding him, "——did you find out a long time ago?"

"Is it questioning my professional ability or thinking I'm blind." Rossi raised his eyebrows, and after thinking for a while, he added, "Occasionally you have scars on your body, but usually not very serious, since you didn't stop me from leaving certain marks. Probably not sexual either. And you obviously don't want me involved, and my position is not very appropriate - but it's just an excuse, and you can blame me."

"It's not your fault," Hotch said, pulling back his hand.

"Aaron?"

"I should thank you," Hotch said again, "I really don't know where I would be without you, and you gave me a space to relax."

"I'm sorry that wasn't the right way." Rossi sighed.

"It doesn't matter." Hotch slowly reached out to hold him, "Do it."