Chapter 66
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"Bruce?" Hotch turned his head to look at the person who had been following him since they came out of the pizza shop.
"You're here."
Bruce made a nasal sound and didn't say anything.
He just looked at Hotch.
He didn't do anything.
They were standing at the door of Bruce's apartment. Hotch looked at Bruce and still didn't move.
He helplessly reached for the China knot hanging on the door and prepared to take out the spare key under the long tassel.
He sent him inside.
"Where's your key? Did you bring your key? "Hotch didn't find the spare key there.
Bruce tilted his head.
He still didn't say anything and just looked at Hotch innocently.
Hotch suddenly thought of the pictures of her cat that Prentiss always uploaded online.
The black cat would also tilt its head and look at people innocently with its big eyes.
It made people want to touch its head.
"Okay." He threw the strange thought out of his mind.
Hotch walked to his apartment next door. When he stopped in front of the door and took out the key to open it,
Sure enough, he saw that Bruce was still following him closely.
You can't reason with a drunk person, Hotch thought. Although on the surface, Bruce did not look like a drunk at all, Hotch thought to himself.
He thought of his behavior at the pizza shop … He walked into the apartment and waited for Bruce to come in before closing the door.
"Do you want some water?" He put the key on the table.
Hotch walked to the kitchen and took out a glass. He poured some water and put it in Bruce's hand.
Then, he brought Bruce to the sofa. "Sit."
After Hotch sat down,
Only then did Bruce sit down beside him.
He still looked at Hotch and didn't say anything.
Hotch looked at him for a while.
He helplessly picked up the remote control from the table and turned on the TV.
Then, he handed the remote control to Bruce. "You watch TV here. I'm going to change." He loosened his tie as he spoke. Even though Hotch was used to wearing a suit for almost half of the day, he still preferred a more relaxed option at home.
Hotch stood up and took two steps toward his room when he heard the sound of a glass shattering on the floor. Almost at the same time, he was hugged tightly from behind by Bruce.
"Don't go." A hoarse voice rang in Hotch's ears.
"… Bruce?" Hotch sensed Bruce's uneasiness. His upper body was wrapped around by Bruce's arms. No, it could be said that he was almost strangled. Even through the suit jacket, he could feel the strength from above. Bruce was pressed tightly against him from behind. Hotch turned his head and saw Bruce resting her forehead on his right shoulder. Her short hair brushed against the side of his face, tickling his nose.
"Okay, okay, I won't go. You don't have to hug me so tightly." Hotch did not try to break free. Instead, he spoke in a soothing tone. If his arms were not tightly wrapped around by Bruce, he might have patted Bruce's head on his shoulder.
After a while, Hotch felt Bruce relax a little. At the same time, Bruce said in a low voice, "I'm very scared. That guy said that I would be locked up for ten years so that he would have time to study me …"
Hotch's heart skipped a beat. He recalled the video of Bruce being chained to the bed and having his blood drawn. He could understand that fear. Just as he was about to comfort him, he heard Bruce's voice again.
"I'm very scared. If I don't see you for ten years … Will you … Forget about me …"
Hotch was stunned. He could even hear Bruce's choking voice. He had never seen Bruce so fragile before. And this was because of him. He had to admit that he was touched.
"If you forget about me … Just thinking about it makes me want to … Destroy everything."
Even though Bruce's voice had lowered a little at the end, as if trying to hide something, they were so close. Moreover, Bruce was leaning against his neck. Hotch immediately thought of Bruce's cold expression in the video, his agile yet threatening movements, and his powerful ability to freeze everything in its path.
Hotch suddenly broke free from Bruce's arm and turned around to look Bruce in the eye. His brows furrowed slightly, and one could see the solemn expression on his face. His tone was stern. "This is a very dangerous thought, Bruce. You shouldn't …"
"I shouldn't, but so what? This isn't the first time I've had this thought. Last time, you were almost killed by Foyet … He deserved to die." Bruce interrupted Hotch. He seemed to be agitated.
"So you stabbed him more than a hundred times?" Hotch looked at him deeply.
"I'm just returning what he did to the victims. I'm also very merciful and didn't take into account the wounds he inflicted on me. I didn't kill him either." Bruce's voice became weak. He looked at Hotch and slowly took two steps back. Then, he sat on the sofa.
"No one deserves to die. If someone made a mistake, there will naturally be legal punishment." Hotch also thought of the wounds on Bruce's body. He couldn't help but soften his tone. He walked to Bruce's side and looked down at him. "What you did was wrong."
"I know." Bruce leaned against the sofa and met Hotch's gaze. He said in a compromising tone, "I promise I won't do it again." Because this isn't what you want to see. "Nothing in this world is more important than you."
Bruce's voice was gentle, but his focused gaze was a little paranoid and even crazy.
Hotch felt as if he was being stared at by a dangerous creature. His heart seemed to tremble and suddenly started to beat violently.
After a moment of silence, Hotch went to the cubicle to get a broom and swept the broken glass on the floor. He realized that the water on the floor had suddenly turned into ice cubes. He turned to look at Bruce and saw that Bruce was blinking innocently at him again. It was as if what had just happened was just his imagination.
After Hotch finished sweeping the broken glass and ice cubes on the floor, he threw the garbage into the kitchen trash can. When he returned to the living room, he saw that Bruce had already collapsed on the sofa with his eyes closed. He was lying on his side with one arm under his head. His slender body was curled up on the sofa with half of his leg hanging off the sofa. His steady breathing meant that Bruce seemed to be sound asleep.
Hotch stood there and looked at Bruce for a while. He went back to the room to get a blanket for him. Then, he went back to his room and closed the door.
He leaned against the closed door and closed his eyes.
Nothing in this world is more important than you.
The expression on Bruce's face when he said those words was clearly imprinted in his mind. Hotch raised his hand and placed it on his chest. His heart seemed to be beating faster than before.
However, this wasn't the kind of excitement he felt when he met Haley many years ago when he was still in high school. It was more like some kind of stimulation and excitement with a sense of conquest.
The next morning, when Bruce woke up in the morning light, the unfamiliar surroundings made him look around vigilantly for a while. A dagger appeared in his left hand, reflecting a cold light.
This seemed to be Hotch's apartment. How did he get here last night?
Bruce thought carefully and realized that his memory stopped at the time when Morgan and Reid were persuading him to drink.
He didn't do anything embarrassing when he was drunk, right? Or did he say something that he shouldn't have?
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