Aiden: still- i help with cooking sometimes at home but whenever i do i mess it up-
"Well...I guess-it's sort've...how I stay close with my mom."
( i have no idea how to respond to someone dieing-)
(also sorry i was doing somethin my dad keeps asking for stuff)
(oop-ok for reference, she died when he was younger. Like 5th grade. So Aiden would know/have been around. He's accepted it at this point. Like obviously he still misses her but he's not still greiving.)
( istill dont know how to respond ._.)
(Just like-ask him about it or somethin)
(ok ok uhm)
Aiden: oh- Does it feel nice?
He nods
"Yeah I guess...it's um-it's comforting, in a sense..."
Aiden: -he smiles- good! . . also im done mixing- :> -he sets down the the bowl on the counter . . . it has lumpy bits in it . . -
(he's even bad at stirring ._.)
(also hi)
He looks down at it
"Ah-"
He doesn't wanna say anything and be rude-
