Aiden shook his head. "It does affect me." He raised his chin, vaguely point to his infant self. He shrugged and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He would say he was closest to Dean, out of his five four parents, but he had a unique bond with his mother too. he'd always been more in tune with her, and her feelings. Her emotions were a roller coaster for Aiden, and he'd learned long ago to keep his own in check.
"But you're right. It's Christmas." He caught himself before he added that he hated how his dad was being a dick at Christmas, but it was somewhat typical. Christmas was hard for him, too.