"We should have done this a long time ago," Hotch murmured, staring at the two boys curled up on the floor, fast asleep despite the movie still playing on the t.v.
JJ smiled warmly. "Sometimes I think it's little moments like this that keep me sane."
He nodded. "It's hard," he said slowly, studiously avoiding turning his head to look at her. "Coming home to an empty house."
JJ thought for a long moment before speaking. "We're friends, right?"
"Of course."
"And our sons are friends."
His lips twitched. "Yes."
She turned her head to look him straight in the eye. "Then there's no reason we can't do things together more often. If nothing else, it's good for the boys."
Once he met her eyes, he couldn't look away. "And maybe we get to stay sane."
Her smile was small, but she nodded. "Maybe."
He turned back to the boys on the floor. "Maybe is enough for me," he whispered.