Hey... [Soft. Gentle. He holds the other carefully, doing everything he can to be what Aidan needs right now. But that rising fear, that worry over what happened is itching at his skull again. Aidan was in bad shape in more than just a physical sense. Why did he run out? Who or what attacked him? And why was he utterly devastated?]
You don't have to thank me. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I couldn't take care of you when you needed it?
[Soothing, lightly running his hand through his hair, carefully breaking up the dried blood he finds as his fingers comb through.]