Careful not to touch Elijah too much in the process of wrapping him, Aaron asked, "Want to eat dinner with me?"
"Sure," Elijah mumbled. "I want to eat ice cream with sprinkles."
Amused by the childish request, Aaron crouched, balancing easily on his toes."Not in a good mood?"
It was always like that. Whenever Elijah was in a pinch, he craved something sweet. Though most of the time, it was confiscated by Nicholas.
"... It's nothing."
There was a beat of silence before Aaron sighed. His hand raised, but halted mere inches away from Elijah.
Two pairs of eyes met. One bright as if sunlight had been passing through whisky, while the other was icy grey, hidden in the dark
Then, Elijah closed his eyes.
Aaron's lips curled higher before he resumed his action, letting his hand fall on Elijah's head, threading his fingers into the soft black strands.
It was like stroking a fluffy pet.
"How about you think about what I told you about?"
