Chess
"You want some?" Hotch stood in front of Reid, two cups of hot, steaming coffee in his hands.
It was quite cold in the park but still the young genius sat at the chess table, waiting for everything and nothing at the same time. But for sure he didn't expect Hotch to turn up.
"Ah, sure", he answered with an absentminded glance. "Take a seat."
Hotch did so and moved the black queen, smiling.
"What are you doing here, Hotch?" Reid still didn't understand. Hotch was not here to play chess. The move had made him loose.
"I've missed you."