"You look tired, Aaron."
"I am," Aaron said softly, not bothering to deny it. Though he still pursed his lips and looked towards the window, glancing away from those curious eyes.
There was something about being inside a room with a person whom one had decided to be honest with that just left one feeling vulnerable.
He remembered the first day when he decided he wanted to get better—For Karen and Will. For Sophie. For Himself—, so he could enjoy being around them and didn't have to lie whenever he said 'I am fine' or 'I'm happy'. He remembered how tears had fallen for the first in a long time without him feeling anything.
