He didn't really need a bed, or a nice place to sleep, because as long as Aiden was there, warm and alive next to him, he was fine. He appreciated the care though and the harried look slipped away, replaced by a small but genuine smile as Aiden kissed him. He reached up and petted Aiden's hand where it was on his shoulder, turned his head and rubbed his cheek against Aiden's knuckles.
As soon as Aiden sat down Wren was moving again to get close, standing between Aiden's legs, his hands on Aiden's shoulders. He looked troubled as he thought over Aiden's question, pushing away old memories to get to the truth. "No..." he said eventually, sounding a little unsure which might have raised warning signs, but if someone had taken advantage of his crippled mind the answer would have been a definite yes. "I didn't go near them much." Which was true. "I didn't. Do you want to play games?" he asked, cocking his head and letting his hands go from innocent to suggestive as they moved up to caress Aiden's neck and then down over the flat planes of his chest, fully prepared to keep moving down although he wasn't quite lost in that mindset yet.