Aiden had noticed the man and the three others the detective was talking to. But he decided to keep his focus on trying to be comforting toward Daniel. A task that took most of his attention, being that he wasn't the most empathetic person.<br/><br/>Once home he had set to putting things back in order while Daniel cooked. His mind wandered lazily over what all this meant. What was going to happen? The thought of having to be on his own again terrified him. And what of Daniel, he was an adult, so it wasn't like they were going to just take him away. For a brief moment a thought struck of Daniel leaving, but only for a moment.<br/><br/>Aiden came to the table when called. He frowned softly when Daniel pushed his food away. Not feeling particularly hungry himself he took a few bites before offering to put their plates in the fridge for later. "That's fine." he replied softly as he covered the plates with cling wrap and set them in the fridge. "..." he had seemed about to say something more but instead turned and made his way to the bathroom.<br/><br/>He needed to take his meds, it was the only reason he'd bothered to force himself to eat those couple bites of food. The distinct sound of pill bottles rattle noisily in the small, quiet house. He took what he needed to and washed them down with a glass of water from the tap. Aiden hesitated, staring into the mirror a moment. He wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to cheer Daniel up, but was this really something you could just cheer up from?