"You're right," Aiden said simply when Wren had finished, and a tiny, sad smile touched the corners of Aiden's generous mouth. "You're only supposed to do one thing." He stroked Wren's hair and then swallowed.
"You're supposed to be my friend. That's your only job, and it's something really good that you do for me." He smiled a little bit wider, touched his lips to Wren's knuckles. "You make me happy. You remember how sad I was back at the hospital? When I was sick?" It hurt him to think about, the therapy, the pills, the whiskey, the sadness, the guilt. "You made me start smiling again. So you did a really good job, didn't you?"