[centre][b][h1][color=tan]Cody[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]

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Cody couldn’t help but smile, happy for Aron, glad he was out of that abusive home, and with someone who would care for him, not diminish him. Aron deserved the chance to flourish, to learn all that he could do, and Cody would give him all the support he needed. [color=tan]”I’m glad”[/color] He said softly, and indeed, he was really pleased for Aron, although he did worry what his..well, old adoptive parents would do. From what he had seen, they weren’t ones to back down. Well, the Momster wasn’t. There were many things Cody had wanted to do, after seeing the way that...witch just seemed highly inappropriate now. Given what he now knew, who knew if there were witches out there? Well. Witch with the B instead. 

He shifted, and plopped down on the beanbag next to Aron, snuggling close against him enjoying the warmth he held, and inhaling Aron’s scent, a quite delicious scent, of cinnamon roll. There was a scent of smoke there as well, and Cody frowned slightly, looking up to Aron. [color=tan]”I’ll be there”[/color] He promised, like he could ever let Aron down? Aron was so excited about it all, and Cody would give him just about anything to let that excitement continue. 

[color=tan]”Are you sure you are okay? Why do you smell like smoke?”[/color] He asked, unable to help the worry that he felt, [color=tan]”You didn’t go back to the campsite, did you?”[/color] He asked, sitting up slightly to look down at Aron, leaning back on his elbow, studying his boyfriend.