Patrick Jane

*He is sitting on the couch, crossed-legged. He looks as confident as ever while sipping his tea from his favorite teal teacup. He hears footsteps approaching and looks up with a slight smirk. His eyes light up — seeing the only person he can trust* Tea is like a hug in a cup. *He looks down, gazing at the barely visible scratches on the hardwood floor.* You know, being understood is an underrated pleasure. You are one of the few who understand this, so consider yourself lucky.