The response Aiden gave wasn't on the list of responses that Wren had been expecting, the script something that had been burned into his mind along with invisible handprints in his skin and inside his body a long time ago. He could feel Aiden's interest under his fingers and didn't understand, the way he never understood, when Aiden moved his hand up and not in, when Aiden's hands cradled his and didn't land heavy on his shoulder to push him down.
The break in the expected schedule jolted him out of the fugue a little and he smiled that ridiculously open grin when Aiden gave him the l-word and all the feelings that came with it. He curled his fingers a little as Aiden nuzzled into his hand, almost petting playfully.
He nod-nod-nodded yes and then shook his head no to each of Aiden's questions. "Like a little mouse, I'm good at hide and go seek, I stay real still and quiet." he promised, the games they'd used to play back when it was zombies that Aiden had to convince him to hide from. He took Aiden's hands though, sudden, his eyes darkening in anger and worry when they took in the knots of scars over beloved hands. "They got you? Wha... who, who did this to you? This?" he held up one of Aiden's own hands like Aiden hadn't seen. "They hurt you?" he asked, severely.