Oh how your poor hands trembled with each step you took towards the room he was being kept in.

How you so wished to turn around and leave, before realizing constantly that there was nothing to escape to.

You found yourself accepting Castle's suggestion of getting answers out of Warner's mouth—find his past, provide orientations, and basically, become his psychologist.

Castle gave you a room, food and friends, while you made the sacrifice of wasting your energy on a young man as complicated as Aaron Warner himself.

You could not let him manipulate you, charm you with the simple "hello" and the subtle grin he gave you as soon as you stepped into his room.

"You are early," he told you shamelessly, watching you carefully while crossing his arms, pressing his lower back against the dresser behind him.