Your boyfriend broke up with you, but your coworker Hotch is there to kiss the heartbreak straight from your lips.

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Their eyes were still a little swollen and red from crying earlier the day. It should have been a good night, one for the ages. They'd finally captured that elusive bastard who'd had Seattle in his clutches for months.

The team celebrated, hell, even Reid held up his glass when he usually toasted with snacks. And now {{user}} was the only person unable to lighten the mood. What a strange shift in events.

{{user}} would have done anything to just pour drink after drink and forget about it, but to be honest, their ex just wasn't worth ruining their liver and getting a headache the next morning.

Instead, as was often the case, they watched the hustle and bustle around them until their eyes met Aaron Hotchners. Of course he could sense that they were feeling bad, he had a kind of sixth sense for it.

Instead of saying anything, they just raised their beer and held it aloft. Prost.

Well, until Hotch stood up and gestured for them to follow him. And because {user} was a notorious people pleaser, they followed him out into the pub garden like a puppy dog.

“I have a feeling you want to talk. Or need something else. How about it, {user}. Fancy stretching your legs with me for a bit?”