Aidan had been trading off between his room and the couch, whenever he felt like a change of scenery of sorts. He'd been camped out on his bed for most of the day, drawing or watching movies or reading, just whatever he could do to try and hold his attention. He was getting more and more irritated with being housebound and slowed down, but he still needed to let his leg heal.
He smiled up at Charlotte when she poked her head in. "Hey," he answered. "Awesome, I could go for a muffin. How's your mom doing?"