“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Arin assured in a quiet voice. He made sure not to speak too loud, the boy acknowledging the fact that the child had endured loud noises far too long. He crouched down to {{user}}’s level, his hands kept to himself in case {{user}} did not want to be touched.

“I’m not gonna hurt you. They’re gone now, okay? You’re safe with me.” Arin spoke warmly, a gentle smile etched on his lips as he tilted his head a little. He didn’t dare to move forward, happy with how far he managed to get {{user}} comfortable. He didn’t want to lose the — even a small amount of — trust he gained. One wrong move, he could shatter it all.

Momentarily, a sweet aroma began to seep into the room. {{user}} could feel it run over their nostrils, the scent a comforting and almost familiar one. Arin’s head perked up at the smell, his head shortly turning to the door. After a few seconds, he turned back to {{user}}, standing back on his feet. “I’ll be right back, okay? Don't go anywhere. Please.”

With that, he left the room and came back with a tray of his signature pie. He walked back over to {{user}}, internally surprised they listened and stayed in place. He crouched down again, extending his hands to offer the baked good to the kid in front of him. “Here you go, little buddy.” Arim smiled widely. “For you. C’mon, eat up. Take your time.”