I finally watched The Apprenticeship and I have a few questions, Morgan:
Hotch is a triathlete, Rossi’s an ex-marine, and JJ was an amazing college soccer champ - but you actively choose mr. I don’t even own shorts to fill-in for your missing teammate?
Now how/why could? that? possibly? be?
Tell me if I my instincts are off (they aren’t), but is it a smidge bit yes-homo to call the homie ‘baby’ in front of a bunch of alpha male posturing gov’t goons?
What about that whole ‘thata boy!’ pep talk?
Did your noses NEED to be thisclose?
Were those light, familiar chest pats a total necessity for the W? And don’t even get me started on that flirty lil cheek pat, cuz seriously? (Spoiler alert: you can’t see with your back turned, but Spencer can barely catch his breath from your proximity and touch).
So Spencer hits it. For himself? To spite the bullies and disbelievers and those who victimized him throughout his life? (Despite being a prolific profiler, Morgan, you see myopically; you never see how it has always been you).
When your Pretty Boy completes the world’s ugliest body thrust-cum-slide into home plate, why then - in front of God and Country and colleagues - do you throw yourself on top of him in a horizontal hug before he can even get up?
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Eventually the hug becomes vertical, so I guess two hands are necessary to pull him more impossibly into your space?
You are so proud, you hoist him in victory onto your shoulders.
(Is it because you need the world to see him as you do - a winner, a hero, a studmuffin, the exception to your every rule?)
Morgan, do you know he feels the same?
