[Zhongyingmei] That snake

Chapter 194

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" Oliver carefully showed an awkward but polite smile to conceal his inner turmoil.

Hotch smiled and shook his head. "I'm not here to ask you for help in this state, but I would like to talk to you if I can."

"Is this a psychological counseling?"

Although Hotch found the accent of Oliver's words a little strange, but since he spoke very slowly, as Lily said, it was no problem to understand.

"I'm not that serious, just chatting, you've been asleep for four months. Christmas is over, Valentine's Day is over."

Oliver easily sees through the regret, sadness and exhaustion hidden under Hotch's smiling eyes, or maybe it's because these emotions were originally intertwined with the smile and were not deliberately hidden. Oliver felt guilty for some unknown reason, but he still couldn't figure out why Hotch had to single out Valentine's Day, or did he hear it wrong?Valentine...should be no problem.

"Okay..." Oliver nodded slowly, raising his eyebrows on both sides.

Hotch couldn't help but raised his hand to press down the forehead lines on Oliver's forehead.

Oliver was like a frightened big golden retriever. He grabbed the back of the chair with his palms and stood up abruptly, but he quickly recovered and realized what he had done. Kitty stood up the moment he stood up. He rolled off his knees clumsily, fell to the ground with all four feet in the air, and yelled a few times foolishly. After finding that no Twolegs was going to pay attention to him, he ran away and hid himself in a corner of the bedside carpet, " Um, I'm sorry." He tried to change the subject, "Maybe I'll have to find you a chair if you want to talk, but eh..."

Oliver looked around, there was no other furniture in the room except a bed, a book, a wardrobe and bedside table, a chair and a bookshelf.

"Maybe we can..." Oliver was about to go to the lounge.

"you don't mind if we sit on that rug with kitty"

"Yes, no...noithink..." Oliver brushed the hair that was hanging on his forehead behind his ears, so that his expression would not be obscured, "I mean, we can sit there."

Oliver sighed inwardly, answering the damn question.

Hotch patted him on the back, trying to make him relax, and then walked to the carpet and sat down halfway along the edge of the bed, Oliver followed, sat cross-legged and took Kitty from Hotch's hand.

Oliver felt that the distance between the two of them was a little too close. Hotch was still wearing a suit. He probably boarded the plane and rushed to New York after work. But now that the jacket was unbuttoned, Hotch was just sitting cross-legged relaxedly. With their backs leaning against the edge of the bed, there was no serious and oppressive atmosphere so that Oliver would not be too nervous, but their knees were touching their knees.

For most people, this is just a normal distance, but Oliver feels that it is a bit out of the safe range for him now.

Oliver faintly found that this body was very sensitive to certain breaths, and it was difficult for him to describe that feeling, or a certain energy field.For example, when Lily came to chat with him a few times before, some kind of vague connection between the two always appeared in his mind. He couldn't tell what it was, but there was a strange sense of intimacy.

Later Lily told him that Oliver Williams was her brother.

And now, with Hotch sitting next to him, that strange sensitivity came back, and of course, unlike Lily, he was sure his last name was Williams, not Hotchner.If it's just an ordinary distance, it's fine, but once you get too close, this feeling will become stronger, trust, closeness but not including the strong desire to protect Lily.

Although there was no obvious heartbeat or difficulty in breathing, there was a strong attraction to him, which made Oliver want to get closer and talk more to the man in front of him.

Oliver meditated on the core values ​​of socialism in his heart, and calmed down some untimely thoughts.

When he opened his eyes again, Oliver found Hotch staring at his fingers, "Where's your ring?"

"What ring? I don't remember seeing anything like that."

Hotch looked around, his eyes locked on the bedside cabinet.With one hand propped on the soft rug, the other reached over Oliver's chest to open the cabinet.

That feeling intensified along with the warmth on Hotch's body. Oliver had to back away, even though he was pinned against the bed, hoping to avoid the sensation that made him feel so excited.

Of course Oliver understood what this feeling meant.He can control his behavior, but he cannot control the love that comes from physical instinct.He's not going to do anything, and that includes denying the emotion.

Hotch found the two rings in the drawer that Oliver had chained up before he was left.

He held a section of the chain in his hand, and the end of the ring dropped freely, shaking in front of Oliver, and the two rings collided lightly, making a crisp sound.

Oliver's eyes followed the dangling ring, and then slowly stabilized with it.

"Do you remember them?" Hotch said slowly, following Oliver's beautiful blue-green eyes, only to get Oliver's puzzled shake of his head.

"London last Christmas?"

"Emmm, so?"

When Oliver saw the undisguised disappointment in Hotch's eyes, he felt even more guilty. It never occurred to Hotch to hide anything from Oliver Williams.

Hotch waved his left hand in front of Oliver's eyes, wearing a ring on the middle finger and ring finger, the same style and color as the ring on the chain he was holding.

"Is this my thing?" Oliver asked with difficulty, now the amount of information is very large.

"Of course it's yours."

Hotch carefully put it into Oliver's hands as if he were treating a treasure.

Oliver kept spreading his hands, looked down at the two rings overlapping each other, and the blond hair that was hanging down again just blocked his side, "Why are there two? Are we married yet?"

"Of course you can if you want, but there has been no time and opportunity before."

Hotch watched Oliver shake his head frantically, "That's not what I meant."

"It's okay. When I was in London, I bought a ring and planned to propose to you. I didn't expect you to do the same, so now I have two rings."

"Haven't you ever thought that I might not be him?"

Hotch didn't keep looking into Oliver's eyes, but lowered his head and smiled, "You discussed this with me before."

At the beginning of the conversation, Hotch dismissed Oliver's idea.

"What makes a person a person."

"I think that I am?"

"It's a bit off topic, but not too far off. At that time, we mainly discussed how to make a person in the past. We are born with different intelligence, emotional intelligence because of the body structure, um, some physical reasons. And various specialties, just like those serial killers, sometimes their birth determines their future fate, do you understand the term serial killer?"

Oliver nodded.

"But life experience can also shape character. But when we fall in love with someone, do we love him because of what he has experienced? I think a large part of it is not, because the past always contains all kinds of darkness. , light, pain, torture, and some deep-buried laughter. Many times, the pain of the past makes people crazy, and it is difficult for this type of people to find love, but some people crawl out of the abyss and kick off The devil following behind..."

"Don't stop, I can still understand."

"As long as he keeps going, he will always find someone who loves him. But the person who loves him does not love the thorns and cliffs he has experienced. He just loves that person. I love you, Oliver Williams, I love you for who you are.

So no matter what you're about to go through, I'll love you, and if you let me, I'll stand by your side as you go over the thorns and the cliffs, and I'll be more than grateful for your permission.And no matter what you've been through, no matter how many lights and mud, it will never change the love I have for you right now.So no matter how much of your past you have lost with this ring, I still love you. "

Hotch didn't know how much Oliver understood this passage, but he couldn't control the turbulent emotions in his heart.It's like a drum, the drum is extremely sensitive, as long as a little raindrop falls, it will start to tremble and vibrate and make a sound, impacting Hotch's thoughts, and it is as uncontrollable as a flood bursting a bank.

Oliver didn't speak, but looked helplessly into Hotch's affectionate and deep eyes for a while, then got up and left silently, still holding kitty in his arms.He walked to the door, and instead of leaving the two rings behind, he hung them around his neck with a chain, "I think I might need to, I need to take the cat for a walk."

Startled by Oliver's movement, Kitty rolled over in his arms with eyes closed, snoring softly.

Hotch didn't do anything to stop him, knowing that Oliver might need some time to calm down.He has forgotten many things, but he has not lost his thinking as an independent personality.