Wren giggled, although Aiden could have said anything with that tone and that smile and it would have made him happy. If there was some part of him inside the twisted wreck of his innocence and sanity that still understood that he wasn't just a sex doll, then it loved Aiden too, quite apart from the dependency the rest of him thought there was between sex and self-worth. It was a double-edged sword sometimes, the way Aiden cared about him further than the things his body could do; there was always a part of Wren, the one that had broken first, which was convinced that he wasn't good enough for Aiden because Aiden hadn't screwed him. It leant a shade of panic to his motions when he did as he'd been trained because part of him was screaming in his head that if he didn't make Aiden happy, if Aiden didn't go through with this that it would be the last time, he'd be dismissed as useless and left behind. He'd been discarded before, left in the dank room for days, and he never wanted to go through that again.
He was pleased to hear that Aiden had eaten, although he struggled to recall a Laura. Girls were difficult for Wren; he was never sure how to treat them and he had no learned behaviour about them to fall back on. They were almost like magical, mythical creatures to him, treated with delicacy and hesitation. He liked that she was nice though and that someone had played with Aiden when he hadn't been able to, although card games were a little above Wren's comprehension; he lacked the concentration, memory and math skills to be able to play anything more advanced than snap.
He nodded his obedience, he'd try his best to eat every day and be a good boy for Aiden. "Will you stay with me?" he asked, plunging his hand to twine his fingers with Aiden's. "To eat and sleeping? I missed you. I don't like sleeping without you, things come in night."