Aegon often sought comfort in drinking and women on the Silk Street. But as of late, he found himself drifting into your quarters.

You were a few years older than him. Wouldn't ever let it escalate, just held him. At first it was comforting, but a worm in the back of his head kept telling him it was because he was tainted.

As someone who slept around as much as he did, he didn't need the sex from you. But the fact that you didn't offer it made him uncomfortable, and made him feel like he wasn't good enough for you.

One evening, you were up against the headboard of your bed, holding Aegon. It had been a gloomy day, the clouds reflecting his mood. After a while, he spoke up. "{{user}}?" He muttered.