He still wasn't happy. He knew Aiden could fight, he just didn't want him to have to. And he couldn't feel that Aiden could ever be truly safe seeing the scars on his hands and not being able to fathom out how they'd got there, his avoidant mind skittering away from the possible reasons every time.
He liked the hug though and he leaned thoughtlessly into the gentle pressure of Aiden's hand against his face. He curled up on the mattress a little, giggling when Aiden ruffled his hair but his curiosity coming out in full force. He gasped like he'd forgotten that Christmas meant presents for him too and he turned away immediately, curling over and faceplanting in the mattress, hands over his face as well for good measure. "I'm not looking!" he advised, his voice muffled in cloth and hands.