Morgan squeezed his eyes shut, not looking at Gideon and Hotch. He didn't want to see their looks of pity, and he didn't want to find out what would happen to him after all this.
They had just taken Carl Buford away, his mentor, old coach, and father figure. Morgan felt a feeling of dread in his stomach, along with sadness, anger, and regret. He was dreading talking to Hotch and Gideon, for the moment completely ignoring them, and putting his hands on either side of the chair opposite of Buford's desk. The feeling of sadness overwhelmed him, and before he knew it, he was letting tears freely fall down his cheeks. He sniffed, and flinched slightly when someone put a guiding arm around his shoulders. He looked over to see Gideon looking at him. The look was all it took for Morgan to start sobbing.
Gideon comfortingly rubbed his back, and Hotch gave a soft sigh, and stood close to Morgan protectively.
"Shh," Gideon murmured as Morgan hid his face in-between Gideon's neck and shoulder, "you're alright, it'll be ok."
Morgan had calmed a bit after 5 minutes of them comforting him, and now he just felt tired. He yawned, but tried to hide it. Hotch however, noticed.
"Tired?" He asked Morgan, already knowing the answer.
"M' not tired." Morgan slurred, his voice thick with sleepiness. He was now leaning against Gideon, not for comfort, but so he wouldn't fall.
"Of course not." Gideon said placatingly as he led Morgan out of Carl Buford's office, Hotch following close behind.