"Aw, and you did so good, huh?" Aiden asked him fondly, and his arms found their way around the fragile little body. Wren was like a paper crane you couldn't hug too tightly for fear of crushing his little bones.
Even having that feathery weight across his lean, muscled thighs was all the memory he needed of Wren, and he thanked whatever serendipitous god had seen fit to throw their lots in together again. He loved the boy harder than he'd ever loved another person and a big part of him would've died if he hadn't found Wren, if he had heard that Wren was dead. That Aiden had failed him.
"I missed you so much, Wren," Aiden murmured honestly. "Nobody to sing to me or play games with." He stroked the wet little face, gave a smile. "But it's okay now. We're here." He wouldn't let the boy down, wouldn't let him out of his sight again.