He didn't say anything as he stood, never moved too far from her line of sight as he grabbed a kettle and placed it on the oven. "I'll do something to drink, would you put the food we don't need inside the fridge, please?" he asked, pulling out some cups. She looked relieved at been given something to do even if the tension didn't leave her frame yet.
"You want to talk about it?"
Aaron stopped midway from opening the shelf with herbs. "Luce gave it to me after I hurt myself with a pencil." It was blunt but it had always bothered him why Lucifer chose a white crayon, why not simply make it disappear? Aaron stopped searching between all the herbs he had. He leaned against the counter and let it took his weight. "I didn't think much of it at first, but then, later— well, sometimes I thought it was because it was like me, bland and without a point, something that doesn't serve for anything. Maybe he wanted to remind me how much more he is."
