Hotch wanted to smash his phone, but somehow managed to stay neutral while JJ relayed the message from his wife. "It's a personal matter," he informed her. Which actually meant that he didn't want to deal with her overbearing accusations that plagued him with crushing guilt over being a terrible father. His eyes moved across the room, landing on Reid, who was idly playing with a tiny snow globe he'd found on the desk. That made his inner pain increase for some reason, and he resisted the urge to take the object from his subordinates hands and replace it on the desk. He knew Reid couldn't help but touch random things he saw, and sometimes it caused him to be irrationally annoyed at the younger man. "Thank you, I will take care of it when I get back," he said, shutting his phone without another word.
"Is everything alright?" Reid asked kindly, his eyes never leaving the the fake falling snow.
"Yeah, fine," he lied, knowing Reid would be able to sense it wasn't true.
"We can do this interview another time," Reid said, and Hotch knew he was trying to be helpful. He appreciated Reid's concern for him, even when he didn't deserve it. Sometimes, the constant perceived helpful things Reid tried to do was just to much, especially when he wasn't in the mood. He did understand that Spencer didn't fully grasp boundaries and often missed social ques, like the que to back off he was sending him right now.
Keeping it in mind, Hotch maintained his friendliness, "Well, he's scheduled to be executed next week." He hoped that would be enough to settle Reid's urge to be helpful.
"I can take the lead if you need," Reid tried, doing his best to ease Hotch's pacing.
He knew he was making the younger agent anxious, and he sighed, "Reid," he said, placing a hand up to tell him he understood that Reid was there for him.
Finally taking the hint, Spencer said, "Sorry." He nodded in forgiveness, saved from the moment of overwhelming emotions by the door opening.