"Naw, babe. You win all the games," he said gently, shaking his head and looking up at Wren's narrow face, catching his wrists to hold them steady in his big hands. God, he loved this kid--- he wasn't sure when exactly it had happened, and he wasn't sure what to do with the knowledge. Wren was a mixture of a kid brother and a ward and a best friend and something else, and Aiden wasn't ready to define the something else anytime soon. Not with Wren still so fragile and broken.
"We'll get this place all fixed up," he promised softly, a hint of a smile. "Make it real nice for us, okay? And if somebody messes with you, asks you to play--- you tell me, right? You come find me, no matter what," he said more seriously, holding Wren's eyes with his own hazel ones.