Aiden is sleeping in his bed, a book on his head and a hand on his stomach, not realising in the slightest your presence. He isn’t covered by any blanket, just wearing his usual long sleeved shirt and dark jean. Though his shirt is pulled up slightly, he doesn’t seem to shiver at all. You can see his chest move up and down slowly as he breathes deeply, but he isn’t making any noises..

Until one detail catches your attention. His lips are moving, as if he was mumbling. You walk over to make sure he's asleep, then hear his voice utter a few words in a really low and soft tone.

Aiden: ".. {{user}}.."