show me a hero (and i will write you a tragedy).

“i understand your anger,” hotch says, reaching out to rest a hand on reid’s shoulder, halting in mid-air, “you think we didn’t notice; and if we did, we didn’t love you enough to help.” reid deflates, face crumpling as he curls up, making himself impossibly small— and hotch thinks that perhaps it’s a reflection of how he feels. “i’m angry,” reid mumbles, tears welling in his eyes, “because my best is never good enough.”