Aiden had answered the questions asked of him to the best of his abilities. His memory wasn't the greatest, and he often had a tendency to get the order of events wrong. But his memory of the day Daniel was brought home was one of his few clear recollections. He remembered it because he was so excited that it wasn't a sister like he had been told to expect. He was hesitant to share this, Evelyn had always played it off as a misread ultrasound.<br/><br/>He was taken aback at the news of what his mother was being charged with. Though somewhere, deep, he really wasn't surprised, but he kept that to himself. He was a quiet and rather withdrawn person, especially around strangers, and all the more around authority figures. He fidgeted during the questioning, anxious to leave. His dark gaze rarely making contact with the detective.<br/><br/>He readily explained the reason they moved was because their mother had no luck with men. The explanation about hair colour was a simple one, a fresh start with each move. Sometimes Evelyn would dye her own hair as well. Even his hair colour had been changed a few times. So, it never really seemed that odd to him. Though Evelyn wouldn't allow any unnatural colours, and that was a bit boring, probably to keep them from drawing attention.<br/><br/>A weight seemed to lift from Aiden ever so slightly when he was allowed to rejoin Daniel. "You okay?" he questioned softly, squeezing his brother's hand gently. He glanced about for one of the detectives they'd interacted with already. Hoping they were good to go.