Even now, confused at what he was seeing, Wren still immediately obeyed the gesture and his whimpering stopped like his singing had done. He caught sight of the new scarring on the hands that he remembered so well despite the way his mind warped and twisted itself in and out of memory like some puppet hanging from knotted strings. The sight pained him and as he heard that leaf-rustle whisper, as the apparition stepped toward him just a little, he dropped the idea that this was some sick joke and moved forward the way he had a lot of times before.
"Aiden, Aiden!" he exclaimed, skinny arms flinging open in time for them to wrap themselves around as much of the bulk of the other man as could fit, although that bulk was a lot less than he remembered. He hugged tight, something actually almost innocent in a way that physical affection from Wren usually wasn't, although he did keep himself pressed in, nuzzling like he was trying to climb his friend. "I looked for you Aiden, I looked for you, I looked for you, I came here to look, I did but I didn't find you, I couldn't, didn't find out, I couldn't find you but I looked all over and you weren't anywhere in where I looked." he tried to explain, his words a train crash of sounds that made more sense if the meaning was taken from the essence of what he was saying rather than the specific words themselves. "I looked for you and I'm sorry, I couldn't find out and I lost you, I lost you." The frantic, desperate energy in his voice dissolved away towards the end of that sentence, leaving a guilty little rasp behind. He kept his head down as he hugged like he couldn't lift his head enough to look Aiden in the face, the idea that he'd left his friend behind hurting almost as much as seeing those hands now scarred did.