It was two weeks after the foot fiasco that I tried again.

We were debriefing on the plane on the way home and Morgan sat next to me. The unsub was huge resulting in Morgan having two of his ribs fractured when the unsub tackled him thru a door. I wanted to comfort him the way he did all the times I was injured. I wanted to comfort him the way I did when JJ got hurt but I didn't want it to seem weird, unwelcomed or feel the looks I was sure to get from the team, but the minute he was comfortable next to me on the plane ride home I took my chance and moved closer to him. He glanced at me quickly but seemed to think nothing of it or so I thought because the next second I felt his weight against me. To the others it would look like we were just sitting next to each other but for me it was more. He was heavy as I expected with someone with his muscle mass but it was a great weight against me plus he was warm and that is always good in my book. When we landed, I didn't have the courage to wake him so I waited until everyone was off the plane and woke him up after a minute or two I couldn't help but stare a little.

"Morgan wake up."

"Mmm tired and comfy."

"I know but we still got to move."

"Ughh I have to drive us both home."

"With the pain meds still in your system you will not be driving anything for the next 18 hours. I'll drive."

He gives me a look of pure exhaustion tainted with suspicion and hint of a smile, "really?"

"Yes really geez I can drive you know I just rather not and plus…nevermind. Can I sleep with you though...? I mean at your house. Under the same roof not the same bed unless you need me close and I can sleep on the floor."

"Kid I usually can take your rambles but these drugs have me half here and half in the clouds."

"Right. Keys please."

"Just don't crash my truck pretty boy."

Once in the truck I start it up and kind of see the appeal to having one, sort of. The drive to his house was spent in silence but three minutes in the drive for the second time he surprises me and lays his hand in between my shoulder blades and rubs up and down a few times before settling there.

The first thing that popped in my head when that happened was that part in the Simpsons movie when Bart got a pat on the back and felt good well that is exactly how I felt, like a damn carton character.

I felt like I could get use to this touch thing especially if it's from Derek.