[The silence is deafening. This is another reason why he hasn't made any attempts at contact himself - he doesn't know what to say. What's waiting for him, how to handle it and what started as a desperate need to not be here has grown into a monster all on its own. He wants to sort this out, he just doesn't know where to start.
Even in this dim light it's clear to see that Aidan hasn't slept well, which in itself is unusual. A little worse for wear, worn and weary. His eyes land on the younger boy and for a moment it looks like he's about to break that silence, lips parted and almost forming words... but nothing comes.
He shifts his weight. Makes a move to kick of his boots, stall for time before venturing into the apartment. Hesitant. Unsure. Ready to get punched in the face.]