'Coffee?' Morgan peered around the door frame to Aiden
'N-n-no thank you.' Morgan raised an eyebrow
'You sure?' He offered Aiden a smile, which Aiden returned and nodded
'Actually..c-c-coffee sounds g-good'
Moments later the elder returned and put two coffee mugs on to the glass table. Aiden still looked around the flat in awe. A modern apartment. Only just built, spacious living room, fully furnished kitchen, a brand new bathroom and a luscious bedroom. Aiden sat down timidly on the edge of the white sofa 'It's a b-b-beautiful ap-partment.' Aiden trailed off looking down at an old silver scar on his hand. Morgan watched the child sitting in front of him. Once, 4 years age gap made no difference, but now..he sighed out loud. Aiden looked to him 'W-what's wrong?' 'Nothing Aiden, just...just thinking' 'Ab-bout?' Morgan paused 'The trial.' Aiden nodded and looked back down at his hands 'What was it that you picked up at the house, Aid?' Aiden sat still, thinking, before slowly reaching into his pocket and handing Morgan the crumpled photograph.
It showed two boys, both with fair hair, the youngest being about 10, their arms wrapped around each other, both laughing and smiling.
Morgan smiled, flipping the photo over, looking at the scrawled ink on the back.
'To Aiden. Keep that pretty smile bright and shinning. Loving you now and always. Love Morgan'
Moments later the elder returned and put two coffee mugs on to the glass table. Aiden still looked around the flat in awe. A modern apartment. Only just built, spacious living room, fully furnished kitchen, a brand new bathroom and a luscious bedroom. Aiden sat down timidly on the edge of the white sofa 'It's a b-b-beautiful ap-partment.' Aiden trailed off looking down at an old silver scar on his hand. Morgan watched the child sitting in front of him. Once, 4 years age gap made no difference, but now..he sighed out loud. Aiden looked to him 'W-what's wrong?' 'Nothing Aiden, just...just thinking' 'Ab-bout?' Morgan paused 'The trial.' Aiden nodded and looked back down at his hands 'What was it that you picked up at the house, Aid?' Aiden sat still, thinking, before slowly reaching into his pocket and handing Morgan the crumpled photograph.
It showed two boys, both with fair hair, the youngest being about 10, their arms wrapped around each other, both laughing and smiling.
Morgan smiled, flipping the photo over, looking at the scrawled ink on the back.
'To Aiden. Keep that pretty smile bright and shinning. Loving you now and always. Love Morgan'