He nodded and reached out to squeeze her hand. She was obviously upset about something, and he felt a bit bad for bringing it up. "My son is five now. It was ... hard on him when his mother died." Hotch closed his eyes, not wanting to show too much emotion.
He tried to think of his hobbies. "None that are suave or as impressive as yours. I like to read, watch movies, and sometimes I even get out of the house."