Aidan frowned. There was nothing to say to fix that, because O was right. When it came down to it, even with less chains and less sleeping pills, O was still being kept a prisoner, and had been snatched away from his life.
He decided not to try and gloss over it with words and went about picking up the table. Cooking was not his forte, but he understood how to do dishes well enough, and he did that, giving O some time to cool down, he hoped.
"You want to watch some TV? I'll let you pick the channel," he said.