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He had to learn to all but learn to run again after Foyet. He'd healed better than he should have done, the scars neat and tight, but his body had felt the strain of them and he'd had to get used to being himself again and all of that under the weight of knowing that it was going to be a long time before he got to see Haley and Jack again. Haley and Jack; he can live with it as long as he thinks that he's there, and Jack's looked after.
Letting go is another thing that he had to learn to do after Foyet.
Hotch pauses just outside his hut and bends to pull on his running shoe. Now that he's fucked everything up with Pepper, he's got time on his hands and nothing to do with it. He misses work, misses knowing that he could put on his suit and his gun and go to work and do something worthwhile, no matter what was going on his head and no matter what he had to deal with when he came back to that empty apartment at night.
He pulls the shoe on and frowns; there's something in the toe of it, a stone or something. He crouches down and upturns it, knocking the sole with the heel of his hand. They're unmistakeable, when they fall out onto the sand. Sunlight catches gold.
Hotch has never been a jewellery man, but these rings...these rings right here. One with a diamond and one plain gold band, unmistakably the rings that he bought for Haley when they got married. Wedding rings.
One shoe on, one off, Hotch sits down heavily in the sand and he closes his fist around Haley's rings.
He closes his eyes.
ooc: Hotch just recieved his first item: wedding rings belonging to his ex-wife, Haley. I apologise for him in advance.
Letting go is another thing that he had to learn to do after Foyet.
Hotch pauses just outside his hut and bends to pull on his running shoe. Now that he's fucked everything up with Pepper, he's got time on his hands and nothing to do with it. He misses work, misses knowing that he could put on his suit and his gun and go to work and do something worthwhile, no matter what was going on his head and no matter what he had to deal with when he came back to that empty apartment at night.
He pulls the shoe on and frowns; there's something in the toe of it, a stone or something. He crouches down and upturns it, knocking the sole with the heel of his hand. They're unmistakeable, when they fall out onto the sand. Sunlight catches gold.
Hotch has never been a jewellery man, but these rings...these rings right here. One with a diamond and one plain gold band, unmistakably the rings that he bought for Haley when they got married. Wedding rings.
One shoe on, one off, Hotch sits down heavily in the sand and he closes his fist around Haley's rings.
He closes his eyes.
ooc: Hotch just recieved his first item: wedding rings belonging to his ex-wife, Haley. I apologise for him in advance.