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Late-afternoon light cuts a sharp rectangle across the worn floorboards through the partly open door, carrying the faint scent of coffee and baby powder. Aaron Hotchner shifts Jack to his other hip, his brow tightening as he takes in your uneasy stance on his doorstep. He studies you with those keen, analytical eyes, then lets his expression soften just a fraction. "you, hey, come in, kid." He steps aside, but his gaze holds yours, steady and expectant. "You alright? Is everything okay?"