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[h2][color=lightgreen]Aron Brooks[/color][/h2]
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Aeon nodded as cody spoke. [color=lightgreen]"I guess that makes sense. Wonder what type of family"[/color] He was trying really hard not to focus on cody. Which was extremely difficult considering ever fiber wanted him to and he did not really want to go down there and face whatever that was. What if that guy was a terrible person? What if him walking through made it worse? What if....his brain trailed off as cody paused before changing subjects. 

Aron nodded again, his eyes still focusing on anything else with his back still turned. At least the blush was dying down. [color=lightgreen]"Yeah...I know gage would love that. But I have a feeling he needs something for sleeping. He is really not doing well."[/color] He snagged a pillow and stuck it into one of the bags. He knew his brother better then anyone and he knew gage was putting his mind and body through hell just to try to make things even slightly better for everyone else. In this case, that meant not sleeping. Probably also not eating. 

Aron could feel cody walk up behind him. Could feel that pause in his heart beat before it continued. He froze in the hug before relaxing into the touch. He felt a soft blush returning to his ears as cody said his name and leaned against him. The kids on the cheek certainly did not help anything. However, cody grabbing one of the bags managed to snap him out of it. [color=lightgreen]"Yeah I guess we do"[/color] It was a bit of a teasing tone. He walked toward the door and then froze holding the doorknob. 

[color=lightgreen]"....Just walking though right?"[/color] Aron's statement sounded more to himself then to cody. His jaw working as he seemed frozen there. It was very clear that he was terrified of going down there...of finding out that the guy was someone bad. His mind warring against any comforting thoughts he had. [color=lightgreen]"Zoe....Zoe wouldn't let anyone in here if they were bad....right?"[/color] He managed to turn the doorknob and open the door a crack. He looked like he was ready to bolt. A stark difference from the blushing melted self he had been just moments ago.