It was late. Storming, and the camp was quiet aside from the occasional boom of thunder. Until…was that crying? Aiden looks over to see the one who usually fought with him on every occasion, strong and argumentative, crying. A weird change. And despite their past, and everything he's said and done, he scoots closer, his warmth a comfort at the very least.

“Hey…what's going on? Tell me you're not scared of thunderstorms. Kind of lame, yeah?” He tried to keep up their poor rivalry facade.