"Oh, you're never gonna know how much I missed you, kiddo," Aiden countered with a smile, an easy smile that came so fucking simple to him when Wren was around.
At first he'd been wary, unsure; he liked Wren, but he couldn't navigate the labyrinth of his mental issues. The boy'd been severely abused for years and didn't know which way was up. If he couldn't have sex with someone he got frustrated and felt like he'd been 'bad'. Aiden had spent a lot of time trying to gently redirect questing hands or soft tear-stained mouths from his own lips, his body. He had gotten used to Wren sexualizing everything, innocent wanton, unaware of why he even felt the lust he did. And he couldn't lie, the long-limbed little body wasn't exactly unattractive even though he'd never done anything with a guy before. But his love for Wren was a lot more complicated than anything sex could fix; he wanted to protect him, to keep him safe, to make him whole in some way. That went a lot deeper than sex, didn't it?
"I ate," he murmured. "Nice lady named Laura's been bringing my food. Played some cards." He smiled faintly, remembering them playing War in the cell, and then he kissed Wren's hair. "You have to eat every day though, bird. Every day. Eat. Okay?" He'd prefer three squares a day, plenty of protein in case they had to run or something, but for now even one good meal a day would be an improvement.