A chat for Lynn* to meet my dumb boy Charles Aiden Rente III (A.K.A. Aiden!)

(Lmao, I feel that)

Lynn listened to every sound, each a reminder of the terrible things she had said to him. Who were they, for intruding in Aiden's world and telling him how to live in it? What kind of monster suggests that?
"me…" She mumbled, closing their eyes while they were moved, not daring to look up at the one who had so lovingly cared for them, even after all of this.

Lynn eventually sat up at the smell of breakfast, eyes red from silent tears. They kept their gaze to the floor, sighing softly while they collected their thoughts
"I'm sorry." She eventually mumbled. "I'm so, so sorry."

Aiden sighs, having guessed the general direction of Lynn's thoughts. "Hush, you. You didn't mean it, and I should have been less brutal about it."

Gently, Aiden lifts Lynn's head with a finger, making them meet his gaze. "Hey, it's okay. As I said, you didn't mean it. and even if you did, you don't now, and now is all that matters."

He feeds Lynn himself, since their hnds were pinned beneath the pillows and blankets, then sits down next to her, eating his own meal.