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[problematicsashawaybright]

I think I was born to not take my antipsychotics

[sadbeautifutragic]

fighting the urge to buy new scrubs for the next semester. i have a few pairs but i want colors other than blue, grey, and black 😅

[theinfinitedivides]

ffs get off Min Oh's back for once

[naughtydogg]

y’all that fucking episode was crazy, i have so much to say idk where to start

[vileviale]

Having a holistic-centered family while loving science be like:

“Yeah I took tums cause my stomach felt bad”

“TUMS?! THAT HAS CHEMICALSSSS”

“It’s literally just flavored chalk we learned this in organic chemistry”

“WELL CHALK SHOULDNT BE IN YOUR BODY”

“It just neutralizes excess stomach acid that’s all it does”

“WELL WHY DO YOU HAVE EXCESS STOMACH ACID YOU SHOULD FIGURE THAT OUT FIRST”

“I’d love to know too but I haven’t figured that out yet so for now I’m sticking to tums”

“YOU’RE LIVER CHI DEFICIENT THATS YOUR PROBLEM”

“…(what does that even mean)”

[fatummortem]

[doublebattled]

headcanon; I''ve written about the injuries Hilda sustained from being attacked by Ghetsis' hydregion but I think it's due for a rewrite with some emphasis on the stuff Surrounding it, so let's do that, shall we? First, let's talk about the lead up: It's very, very important to note what kind of mental state Hilda (honestly, both of the twins) were in when they fought N. That is to say, fucking STRESSED, what with being tasked with stopping the guy who just summoned a giant castle out of the ground after the five best trainers in Unova had been defeated by him. Of course they went in with the dragons still in the dark/light stones and full intention of fighting N regardless. In fact, I think a part of them was hoping the dragons wouldn't awaken. Certainly a large part of Hilda was. Why? Both N and Ghetsis had sort of psyched them out in that regards. N, perhaps moreso unintentionally, what with his penchant for hypothetical questions and philosophical bullshit, but there was a lot of references to the historical twin heroes, how the Blake twins had a habit of arguing quite a bit, and what if you can't control the dragons, what if they latch onto that Worst Aspect of you two, what if they fight, what if you two end up destroying the region just like the Twin Heroes did in the past haha would that be fucked up or what? So, yeah. Stressed. That all didn't happen, but they were basically both running on pure anxiety through the fight. And another important note: Hilda already fucking hated Ghetsis to begin with, for much the same reasons she hated N. Pretentious motherfucker forcing them into this, probably expecting the twins would fuck this all up. But then they didn't. N failed. So as in the game, Ghetsis has his outburst and goes off on N. And Hilda, who's first reaction to stress is "fight it," still riding the adrenaline high, and has had her hatred of N momentarily redirected to someone else, whom she ALREADY hates, she says—you know what? Fuck this. Fuck you. And she goes to fucking deck him. It does not work. Ghetsis was able to sic his hydregion on her before she could actually reach him. She wasn't thinking clearly, otherwise maybe she would've anticipated that, yeah, no shit he also has pokémon. All things considered, she was incredibly lucky that it was her shoulder that hydregion latched onto. (Maybe not luck, per say, because she does have pretty good reflexes, but damn if anyone who was present was really able to tell, least of all Hilda.) It was only because of their starter, Hanzo, that hydregion dropped her. Hanzo was able to force hydregion to back off Cheren was able to get her emergency treatment. All in all, Hilda suffered from some major blood loss (unsurprising), significant muscular damage to her left arm and shoulder, some nerve damage in her arm, a broken collarbone, and a minor concussion on top of it from when she was dropped. Needless to say, Hilda was not present for N's departure. Duh. (They had a LOOOOOT to work out in bw2 before Hilda was willing to work with him, let me tell you.) After some hospital time and several months of physical therapy (and normal therapy, given the fucking trauma of such an event), Hilda no longer has a full rage of motion in her left arm. She can no longer reach above her head with it, being limited to raising her arm to roughly shoulder height or so, albeit with a bit of strain. Her doctor typically advises her to take it easy when it comes to workouts and the like, but she's kind of hit or miss about actually following that recommendation. Obviously, some things she just flat out cannot do anymore, such as weight lifting, and she has taken the advice of just try to avoid swimming, ESPECIALLY in the ocean or any other sort of moving water, as without a full range of motion in her arm, her ability to swim is considerably weaker. She kickboxes though. She probably shouldn't, but she does.

[nishadesigns]

The Journey of the Shamanic Sage Woman- Ravenhawks- Nisha Designs

The Journey of the Shamanic Sage Woman

[itspreety]

Jungian Psychotherapist: Unlocking the Depths of Your Mind

Are you looking to embark on a journey of self-discovery and delve into the depths of your mind? Jungian psychotherapy might be just the path you need. This article explores the fascinating world of Jungian psychotherapy, a therapeutic approach that goes beyond the surface and delves deep into the human psyche. Are you ready to explore the hidden realms of your psyche and embark on a transformative journey of self-discovery? Look no further than our Jungian Psychotherapist services at SageTurtle.

What Is Jungian Psychotherapy?

Jungian psychotherapy, also known as analytical psychology, is a therapeutic approach developed by Carl Gustav Jung, a Swiss psychiatrist and psychoanalyst. It’s a holistic method that focuses on understanding the individual’s unconscious mind, archetypes, and the process of individuation.

The Life and Work of Carl Jung

Carl Jung, born in 1875, was a pioneer in the field of psychology. He founded analytical psychology, which emphasizes the importance of the unconscious mind and the exploration of one’s inner world. Jung’s work has had a profound impact on psychology, and his ideas continue to be influential today.

Key Concepts of Jungian Psychotherapy

Self-Exploration Through Dream Analysis

One of the central practices in Jungian psychotherapy is dream analysis. Dreams are seen as a window to the unconscious, and therapists work with clients to interpret the symbolism and meaning behind their dreams.

Understanding the Collective Unconscious

Jung introduced the concept of the collective unconscious, a reservoir of shared human experiences and symbols. Exploring this collective aspect of the mind is integral to Jungian therapy.

Individuation: The Path to Self-Discovery

Individuation is the process of becoming one’s true self. Jungian therapy aims to guide individuals on this path, helping them achieve a more profound understanding of themselves.

Archetypes: The Symbols of Our Psyche

Archetypes are universal symbols found in myths, dreams, and religions. They represent fundamental human experiences and can be a powerful tool for self-exploration.

The Role of the Therapist

Jungian therapists provide a safe and supportive environment for clients to explore their inner worlds. They act as guides on the journey to self-discovery.

Jungian Psychotherapy Techniques

Active Imagination

Active imagination is a technique that encourages clients to interact with the contents of their unconscious mind through imagination and creativity.

Sandplay Therapy

Sandplay therapy allows individuals to create a world in a tray of sand, expressing their inner experiences and conflicts.

Who Can Benefit from Jungian Psychotherapy?

Jungian therapy is suitable for individuals seeking a deeper understanding of themselves, those dealing with emotional wellbeing, and those interested in exploring the realm of dreams and symbols.

A Holistic Approach to Mental Health

Jungian psychotherapy offers a holistic perspective on mental health, recognizing the interconnectedness of mind, body, and spirit.

A Journey of Self-Realization

Embarking on Jungian therapy is akin to a journey of self-realization, a process that can lead to profound personal growth and transformation.

Is Jungian Psychotherapy Right for You?

If you’re curious about your inner world, drawn to symbolism and dreams, and open to self-exploration, Jungian psychotherapy may be a path worth considering.

Final Thought:

In conclusion, Jungian psychotherapy offers a unique and profound way to explore the depths of your mind and uncover the hidden treasures of your unconscious. It’s a journey of self-discovery that can lead to a richer and more meaningful life.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs):

1. What makes Jungian psychotherapy different from other therapeutic approaches?

Jungian psychotherapy stands out for its emphasis on the unconscious, archetypes, and the process of individuation, providing a holistic perspective on mental health.

2. Is dream analysis a central part of Jungian psychotherapy?

Yes, dream analysis is a fundamental aspect of Jungian therapy, as it allows individuals to explore their unconscious mind and inner symbolism.

3. Who can benefit from Jungian psychotherapy?

Anyone interested in delving deep into their psyche and exploring the world of dreams and symbols can benefit from Jungian therapy.

4. How long does a typical Jungian therapy process last?

The duration of Jungian therapy varies from person to person, but it often involves long-term, in-depth exploration.

5. Where can I find a qualified Jungian psychotherapist?

You can find certified Jungian psychotherapists through reputable therapy directories and organizations.

Blog Source: Jungian Psychotherapist: Unlocking the Depths of Your Mind

[michelleberrybliss]

Ayurvedic Hospital in Andhra Pradesh: Experience at Sri Prakash Vidya

It has been two weeks since we arrived in India at an Ayurvedic hospital named Sri Prakash Vidya. Our journey began when we moved out of our house in May spent time in Seattle and Los Angeles and then flew for 26 hours to reach Visakhapatnam airport. Dr. Sugesh Kumar PV picked us up from there and drove us to Payakaraopeta where the hospital is located. Although it has been a tiring journey, our…

[nereidprinc3ss]

belladonna

in which you have to get your tetanus shot, and spencer is there to hold your hand. and… tease you. just a little bit. (bandages universe)

fluff warnings/tags: needles/r has needle phobia, flirty!reader, idiots in love, teasing, not established relationship yet, anxiety, Spencer makes a joke abt his addiction, did I mention IDIOTS IN LOVE a/n: works as a standalone, as do all the bandages fics I believe. anyway hope u like! <3

“Spencer, I don’t think I can do this.”

He sets down his shoddy hospital coffee and grabs your knee to stop your leg from its rapid bouncing, exerting a gentle pressure when you don’t immediately comply.

“Yes, you can. Just breathe, okay? Try to relax. It’s much harder for your brain to remain in fight-or-flight if your body is relaxed.”

“No, it’s—I feel like I can’t breathe right now,” you say, chest constricted in a vice of panic. “I think my heart is beating too fast, I—”

Footsteps approach from the hallway and your head snaps up, cold dread filling every vein in your body—but they continue past your door.

“Oh my god, I’m losing it. I’m going to die here,” you rave, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes. The gauze wrapped around your hand presses against your brow and beneath it a cut throbs dully—a cruel reminder of what it is that you’re doing here in the first place.

Spencer gives up on trying to make you stop bouncing your leg, and instead the hand travels to your jaw to find your pulse. His fingers feel cool against your warmed skin, accentuating the constant thrum of your heart. You watch his face anxiously as fifteen seconds go by. 

“Your pulse is pretty high,” he admits gravely, returning his hands to his pockets. Your brow knits at his sudden solemnity as you look up at him. “I’m not a medical doctor, but… we might have to take you to the hospital.”

Any trace of worry withers from your face. “Truly hilarious.”

The corner of his mouth turns up a little.

���See? You’re calm enough to make a sarcastic joke at my expense. If you were actually going to die I doubt you would be able to do that.”

“Wanna make a bet?” you snap.

“Definitely not,” he smiles, warm eyes alight and not at all fazed by your attitude. “You’re the last person I’d bet against.”

“Ha,” you say bitterly, eyes darting to the door again. “In that case I might just take my chances with tetanus.”

“I just watched you slice your hand open on a rusty fence, take down a man twice your size, and get ten stitches without flinching. Needles should be afraid of you.”

At least now your face is warming from the compliment and not the anxiety. 

“It’s... different. Like, stitches and shots. Shots really fucking freak me out. I don’t know if you could tell. I’m sure I seem really chill about it.”

He nods sagely. “Trypanophobia. It’s among the most common phobias in the world, next to Arachniphobia, Ophidiophobia, Acrophobia, Aerophobia. You have Astraphobia, too, don’t you? Fear of storms?”

“Spencer.”

“I also used to struggle with needles, actually.”

You look back at him, suddenly curious.

“Used to?”

“Yeah, but I pretty much got over it when I got all the vaccines for my clearance at the Academy. Becoming addicted to intravenous drugs helped, too, but I wouldn’t recommend it,” he muses, examining the art on the wall behind you and taking a sip of his coffee.

At that exact moment, the door opens and a very professional, very exhausted-looking nurse hurries in. You hardly even register her because you’re staring at Spencer, trying to figure out if you just heard him right. He’s looking right back at you over the rim of his cup, eyes dancing with what looks like suppressed mirth.

The nurse says something, and you bless her with an ‘uh-huh’, unable to take your eyes off of Spencer.

“I must be hallucinating,” you say.

“What? You’re the only one allowed to make off-color jokes at inappropriate times?”

“I didn’t even know you could make a regular joke, honestly.”

“You ready, dear?” says the nurse, swabbing your upper arm with an alcohol wipe.

“Ah! Spencer!” You yelp, thrusting out your hand for him to take. He quickly sets the cup  back down on the window sill and takes your outstretched hand, stepping closer.

“Relax,” he laughs upon seeing how your shoulders have risen to meet your ears. “Don’t look over there. Look at me.” Gently he brushes a loose strand of your hair behind your shoulder, redirecting your focus toward him. At this point you’ve gone catatonic anyway, so you don’t resist, although it doesn’t seem to matter much because you’re basically blacking out. “Literally relax your arm. I'm serious. It will hurt less.”

“Small pinch, darlin’,” the nurse says, and you clench your jaw so hard you’re afraid you might break a tooth, and maybe some tetanus-induced lockjaw wouldn’t actually be so bad, and she’s touching your arm now, and who made that extremely undignified squeaking noise, and— “And you’re done.”

You frown.

“I’m done?”

“You’re done,” the nurse repeats. Logically she has no reason to lie to you about this, but you look over to check anyway because there’s simply no way you’re done just like that. Sure enough, she’s smoothing a band-aid over your shoulder and pulling your sleeve back into place.

You look back at Spencer as if searching for a second opinion, utterly baffled. He carefully frees his poor hand of your bone crushing grip and grabs your discarded FBI jacket from the chair, handing it to you.

“That’s it?” you say, taking the jacket and absent-mindedly folding it on your lap.

“That’s it. You did it.”

“Really? That’s all? I feel like it can’t be that easy. I don’t even think I felt anything,” you ramble, rolling your shoulder around, and finding just a bit of soreness.

“You were so brave,” he nods, stepping closer to wipe something warm and wet away from under your eyes. “Americans can rest easy knowing they’ve got someone like you in the FBI.”

“Shut up. Am I crying?”

He laughs, and the twinkly sound fills you with even more joy than normal. Everything seems a little brighter, a little warmer—probably another adrenaline rush or a result of your brain releasing a trace amount of opioids in response to the pain.

“Just a little bit.”

“You two are FBI?” The nurse says, like she can’t quite believe it.

Before you can tell her that you don’t very much like her tone, Spencer nods.

“Behavioral analysis unit.”

“Oh! You guys catch all those serial killers?”

He nods politely, giving her a flat smile. “That’s the goal, yes.”

“Wow. There’s a meet-cute to tell your children.”

You snort and immediately clap your good hand to your mouth, looking up at Spencer to see how he’ll react. Of course he’s already red and stammering.

“Oh, no—I—maybe I misled you, we’re not, uh… we’re not together. Not like that. We are partners in the, in the sense of our job, not—we’re not romantically involved. Just—co-workers. Friends. We’re, I’d say we’re good friends. I mean, she’s great. She’s very nice, and, well—maybe nice isn’t exactly the right word, but she’s, you know—”

“Spencer,” you interrupt.

“You ready to go?” he says immediately, looking very grateful that someone finally cut him off. Works like a charm, every time. 

You stand, and to your surprise, wobble a bit on your feet. Spencer steadies you with a hand to your waist. “Woah,” you mutter, trying not to look too disoriented.

“You need to eat,” he says. “With how anxious you’ve been you probably completely burned through whatever calories were in your system. It’s a parasympathetic nervous system response to adrenaline.”

“I know what it is.” You grab his hand and turn to the nurse, who is looking at the two of you with a bemused, slightly clinical interest. “Um... thanks? Right?”

“Okay,” Spencer says. “We’re leaving now. Come on. Go.”

As he’s herding you out the door, you keep trying to look at him over your shoulder. “Is it weird that I kind of liked it? Does that, like… point to something?”

“Never repeat that,” Spencer says, shaking his head, but you can hear the strain of a hidden smile in his voice. 

You smile up at him as the two of you walk down the empty hallway, swinging his hand in yours.

“She thought we were together,” you say, and it’s almost a gloat, though Spencer can’t quite wrap his mind around what that might mean. Instead, he relishes the weight of your hand in his. He doesn’t exactly remember when that became commonplace, but he never takes it for granted. He can’t help the smirk across his face which always lets you know he’s going to say something snarky. 

“She just doesn’t understand that you need constant attention or you’ll die.”

Luckily, you’re used to each other. Quips are just one prevalent dialect in your vast love language. 

“Yup. I’m a delicate, rare flower.”

Spencer scoffs lightly.

“Yeah. Like deadly nightshade. Or water hemlock.”

“Those ones are pretty, right?”

He squeezes your hand. Imagines telling you that he’s in love with you and has been for a very long time. 

Instead, he thinks about dinner. 

“Gorgeous. Where do you want to eat, Belladonna?”

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[angelsdvsts]

callus  hands  across  her  features  instantly  calms  her  nervous,  as  he  explains  that  she  was  in  a  car  accident  ,  her  mind  immediately  began  to  get  flashes  of  what  happened  --   the  bright  lights  before  everything  went  dark  .  "  um  ,  i  --  everything  hurts  ,  "  she  admits  ,  trying  to  sit  upright  ,  but  it  only  causes  her  to  wince  .  the  accident  left  iridescent  with  a  concussion  ,  a  few  broken  ribs  ,  and  a  fractured  left  foot  .  truly  believing  that  how  broken  she  looked  on  the  outside  reflected  everything  she  felt  in  the  inside  right  before  the  accident  .  "  how  long  was  i  out  for  ?  "

her  memory  was  still  a  bit  foggy,  bits  and  pieces  slowly  eases  their  way  into  her  mind  .  subconsciously  ,  it  was  like  iridescent  knew�� something  was  entirely  wrong  --  her  palm  spreads  out  upon  her  stomach  .  the  fight  --  the  reason  she  prompted  the  conversation  in  the  first  place  was  because  of  the  fetus  ,  their  baby  growing  inside  of  her  .  how  was  she  supposed  to  break  the  news  to  him  now  ?  what  could  she  possibly  say  for  him  to  understand  .  .  .  before  she  knew  it  ,  femme  began  to  start  weeping  ;  tears  streaming  down  her  features  ,  "  i'm  sorry  ,  i'm  so  sorry  .  "

he couldn't take it — sitting in the waiting room, not knowing what was going on with her. sage had a million questions. what happened? what exactly was she getting surgery for? would she be okay? he was quick on his feet as the doctor walked him to him, " can i see her? " but then he froze, " she lost ... the baby? " the shock kept him quiet, deciding to not ask the doctor any further questions. not now, at least.

heart dropped when he say her laying there, looking peaceful — just like she did when he'd spent the night. but he saw the bruises on her face and arms, the minor consequences of the car crash. slow steps took him forward and he took a seat by her side, putting her hand in between his. " i'm so sorry baby ... " he said as if she could hear him.

" shh shh ... " he saw the panic on her face and was quick to wipe his teary eyes. " it's okay, i'm here you with. just relax okay? you were in an accident but everything's okay. " icy blue eyes scanned her face, thinking about what she they had lost. did she know that she was pregnant or had she been in the blue, just like him? a few hours ago, then were parents to be ... nothing could've prepared sage that that realization. " how are you feeling? "

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Pregnancy Drabble

Little drabble to buy me some time because the fics ain't ready yet okay?? Taking inspo from this.

Warning: Pregnancy, Birth. Also I have no idea when it comes to baby weights so I googled shit.

Can you just imagine how snappy you'd be towards Simon during your first birth?

In your hospital gown when Simon helped you waddle your way onto the bed, all emotional and pissed because of the pain..

"Why did it have to have your big head?" You said, accompanied by a whimper in pain and frustration to your husband.

You were gripping his hand for dear life, he refused to tell you about the fact that your nails were digging into his palms even after back at home when you noticed the little subtle crescent shaped wounds left behind.

Simon couldn't even respond besides the stifled laugh, he knows he shouldn't take anything to heart.. you were irritable and understandably so.

One minute it was that and the next you were crying about having bigger stretch marks than you had before. During the check ups you came for, even the doctor herself thought that you'd be carrying twins.. low and behold the ultrasound, it was just one chunky baby who inherited Simon's head..

You almost passed out during the birth itself with how long you had to continuously push, you were a little out of it when it was time to hold your little one.. weighing in at 8 pounds and 12 ounces..

No wonder you felt that you could barely hold yourself up during the pregnancy, you swore to yourself that you are never putting yourself through that again.

Simon helped you hold them up after, his other hand in your hair as his thumb rubbed your scalp, comforting. He pressed his forehead against yours, staring down at the little miracle you popped out..

That vow was easier said than done because you now have two taller than average toddlers climbing their dad's arms and chest, along with another baby who is just pure chunk, the chubbiest cheeks with rolls of baby fat crawling up on their dad's leg..

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[luveline]

May I pretty please request an emergency medicine doctor!reader x Hotch blurb? I’d love to see both of them in careers that are difficult, yet despite that they still manage to be together because they understand each other so much. Maybe something with the rest of the team as well if it’s possible 🫶🏼🥹

Emily used to think Hotch would never be happy again. She’d drive him home after work, pick him up in the mornings, and she’d think about how miserable he was, the kind of misery that hooks you in its grip, has you turning to wine or whiskey just to keep breathing. 

She thought for sure he’d buckle. When Hayley died, he’d have to. How could you not? But he kept going and proved she should’ve had more faith in him, becoming the father Jack deserves, and, surprisingly, your partner. 

“You’re squeezing me too tight,” you mumble, just loud enough for Emily and the others to hear you where Hotch hugs you a few feet from the dinner table. “Why are you trying to break my back?” 

“I haven’t seen you in three weeks.” 

“Eighteen days is not three weeks.” 

“It might as well be.” Hotch peels away from you to give you a once over. Emily’s half jealousy and half fondness, seeing him love someone so obviously. “Are you hungry? I ordered for you.” 

“Super hungry. Do I smell like antiseptic?” 

“No, just soap.” 

“Well, that’s not much better.” 

Hotch puts his arm behind your back and guides you to the table. The team squeeze out hellos between mouthfuls and you take your place at Hotch’s side behind a steaming plate. You’re as ravenous as the rest of them after your long shift; Morgan can hardly get a word out of you for the first ten minutes, though he tries, and you attempt to be polite. Emily nudges him until he gets the hint to stop. 

“Here,” Hotch says, putting a heaping of his food onto your plate with a large spoon. 

“Stop.” You attack his spoon with a fork. 

“It’s fine, you like it more than I do.” 

“Don’t care. You need your energy. I’m going to make you carry me up the stairs home.” 

He’s unintimidated. “Ah.” 

“Ah,” you echo. “You sound so doubtful.” 

Hotch looks like he might try to keep flirting with you, but he gives in quickly, betraying how much he’s missed you with a hand slipping under the table. Emily sees his fingers curl over your knee, averting her gaze with a feigned sip of coke. 

She can deduce the silent question you ask one another about anyways. 

“We’ll have dessert,” you say. We won’t skip out early. “What are you having, Dr. Reid?” 

Hotch orders you three different things, which you eat fast. 

“They’re not feeding you at the hospital?” Rossi asks. 

“Three emergency transfers in twelve hours,” you explain, slouching now into Hotch’s side, one slow inch at a time. “I didn’t have time for much.” 

“That’s not healthy,” Hotch murmurs in concern. 

“I’m sure I can ask any of your friends about your eating habits and find a similar schedule,” you brush him off, raising your gaze to Emily, then Morgan, then Rossi and Reid. Everyone smiles the same way. Hotch is caught, and his laugh jostles your shoulder. 

“Have you ever heard the saying, ‘do as I say, and not as I do?’” he asks. 

God, Emily thinks with a huff of a laugh she can’t contain, get a room. 

“He likes that one,” Spencer says. 

“I don’t doubt it.” You lift your lips to his jaw and press a peck to the line of it. One, then two. “Maybe that’s why we've lasted as long as we have. Mutual disregard for our wellbeing.” 

“And a great deal of care for each other,” Rossi says, nodding sagely. “This is why my marriages never last.” 

“Is that why?” Spencer asks. 

“You’ve gotten to be quite the lark.”

“Lark,” Hotch whispers to you. Emily, sitting at his other side, might be the only one who hears, the others distracted by Spencer and Rossi’s ensuing squabble.

“Scoundrel,” you agree. 

“How’s your head now?” 

“It’s gonna be a hundred percent better if you give me that,” you say, pointing hopefully at his full drink. 

He doesn’t hesitate to press it into your hand. Emily would never suspect you hadn’t seen one another for weeks; you move and he follows. You rub your cheek against his shoulder. He touches his nose to your hair, his eyes shuttering closed for one stolen, blissful second. “Missed you,” he says under his breath. 

Emily looks away with a smile. Hotch isn’t hopelessly miserable anymore.