God. Coming out of that darkness and finding that light and suddenly... suddenly, he was holding Spencer William Hotchner in his arms and desperately burying his face into his neck. Inhaling his scent and- silly as it sounded- making sure he was real. He wasn't some illusion or something crazy like that. Making sure he wasn't going batshit and whispering, "Spence. Spencer, oh my god... oh god..."
After ten long fucking years of searching, fighting, almost giving in, and searching some more- Aaron Hotchner had found him. He'd found Spencer- the light of his life. The light to his darkness. His husband.
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Date: 2012-04-18 02:59 am (UTC)God. Coming out of that darkness and finding that light and suddenly... suddenly, he was holding Spencer William Hotchner in his arms and desperately burying his face into his neck. Inhaling his scent and- silly as it sounded- making sure he was real. He wasn't some illusion or something crazy like that. Making sure he wasn't going batshit and whispering, "Spence. Spencer, oh my god... oh god..."
After ten long fucking years of searching, fighting, almost giving in, and searching some more- Aaron Hotchner had found him. He'd found Spencer- the light of his life. The light to his darkness. His husband.
"S-Spence..."