(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-
Aiden: -mr.smiles- -he just think that's how its supposed to be-
"Um...Aiden..."
Aiden: yea?
