Your silence gives consent - Plato
Aaron Hotchner was standing at the window to his office looking down at the street laid out before him, paperwork temporarily forgotten. He was thinking about the turn of events in the last few weeks of his life. His hands wandered over his chest and arms, stopping where he knew the bruises and bite marks lay. He reflects back on the evening before and he asked himself, why? I let it happen again, why? It had been so long since someone had touched him that it felt so good. He wasn't sure when things got…darker and he wasn't sure when it became his addiction.
There was a knock at his office door and without turning around he said, "Come in".
Spencer walked in and saw his boss standing there at the window, "Aaron…"
Aaron turned around and looked at the young genius, "Yes Reid?"
Spencer cleared his throat, "If you want my resignation…"
Aaron looked at Spencer for a long time, "No". Was all he said, he then turned around and went back to looking out the window. He didn't hear when Spencer left and he knew he'd be back in Spencer's bed, he just didn't know how much of him would be left.