Aiden sits up. It's not bolt upright, not really, but he's looking down at Heather with an odd look in his eyes, masked by the darkness.

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The word bleeds out of him like it bled from his sister, and it nearly escapes his lips before he catches it and gently scolds himself.

"Normally I just ask what's in it for me. You're lucky you're beautiful."