[Actually it is pretty bad. He's been worried ever since you ran off without a word. Maybe that day it didn't hit home as hard, but thinking back on it now he's worried. Especially since it's obviously still affecting Aidan in a lot of ways. He doesn't know what happened and he deserved to know.
He pulls away from his back and reaches for his hand. He takes it carefully, minding his wounds and hooking his fingers to pull him toward the couch. He takes a seat and waits for the other to make himself comfortable, taking on a concerned air.]
Aidan... what happened? I've never seen you like this.