it's all just raging disappointment

[slow_burn]

Aiden wasn't seen for the rest of the session.

It was a few hours later he was finally released from the room in the house that was basically just a room with a lock on the outside, a quiet room of sorts. It might as well had been Aiden's second home.

He didn't kick the door or bang his head against the wall this time, though. Instead, he thought. And waited.

It was night when Aiden found her, gently knocking on her room. They had a lot more freedom here than they did a hospital, that was for sure--no nurses patrolling, anyway.

"Hey," He's opened the door somewhat ajar, peaking his head in but not looking directly at the bed (it's the same setup for all of them). Tracy's asleep, anyway. "Heather. Get up, I want to show you something."

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[sweetmotherofgod]

Heather stills. Doesn't lean back like she should, doesn't lean in like she thinks she might want to. Just stills under his hands, eyes flicking from his eyes to his mouth and back again as she wets her lips.

"What kind of deal?"

She's whispering now, as much for his proximity as the desire not to get caught. Close as he is, she's not worried he won't hear.

[slow_burn]

"I show you the ropes..." Aiden's slow blink is back, running a hand over her cheek. "...And if I need help with something, you at least consider it, huh? An eye for an eye, that sorta thing."

[sweetmotherofgod]

"I'd-" I'd do that anyway, she's about to say, but suddenly it doesn't seem like a good idea. She's thinking of bargaining again, the price of people's help. Better to make it official, call it a deal.

An eye for an eye. He makes it sound so sinister. But he's got a taste for drama, she thinks. For gestures and show.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay. Deal."

[slow_burn]

"Deal, then." He leans in, kisses her on the lips and brushes a hand across her face again.

"I'd say you're pretty when you smile, but you're not going to do it often, anyway. So I guess I'll just thank you for being as fucked-up as I am."