[When it comes to Riley, it wouldn't take a genius to figure out that he's the most important person to Aiden -- the one person that the brunette is always looking for whenever he happens to glance up. The one person he thinks about when he spots something new or exciting. The person he will always fight for. Always support. Always worry about.
So, when he returns to find the blond in such a state? It probably wouldn't be a surprise to know his blood runs cold almost immediately.
The smoke is what alerted his senses before anything else. It's been enough time that he's discovered that this is what happens when Riley's mood completely crashes. While he isn't a psychic, he's known Riley long enough to know what might very well be haunting him in this exact moment. While he doesn't share the other man's memories, it's still pretty damn unsettling to know of the differences in their timelines. What exactly did he see and feel? Just the thought has his stomach sinking; while an older him had been there in his time, he hadn't been there. Not in every second where Riley suffered, felt pain, needed him. In a lot of ways, it feels like he... failed him in a lot of areas of their lives...
But that's neither here nor there in this moment. In this moment, he's solely focused on carefully making his way over to the blond. He's very thorough in testing each floorboard, only stepping with his full weight once it seems safe -- it helps that he's able to make use of his silent step, which naturally takes some of the strain off. Even with that, however, it takes what feels like forever to get to the blond.]
Riley... Riley, calm down. [His voice calmly carries its way over to his mate, well before he gets to him. The second he's able to, he's reaching out in an attempt to firmly grasp the other man's shoulder. Hopefully he can snap him out of it, even a little.] Listen to me... I'm right here.
[He's in front of him, trying his best to capture his gaze by lowering his head and looking right at his eyes.] Hey...
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So, when he returns to find the blond in such a state? It probably wouldn't be a surprise to know his blood runs cold almost immediately.
The smoke is what alerted his senses before anything else. It's been enough time that he's discovered that this is what happens when Riley's mood completely crashes. While he isn't a psychic, he's known Riley long enough to know what might very well be haunting him in this exact moment. While he doesn't share the other man's memories, it's still pretty damn unsettling to know of the differences in their timelines. What exactly did he see and feel? Just the thought has his stomach sinking; while an older him had been there in his time, he hadn't been there. Not in every second where Riley suffered, felt pain, needed him. In a lot of ways, it feels like he... failed him in a lot of areas of their lives...
But that's neither here nor there in this moment. In this moment, he's solely focused on carefully making his way over to the blond. He's very thorough in testing each floorboard, only stepping with his full weight once it seems safe -- it helps that he's able to make use of his silent step, which naturally takes some of the strain off. Even with that, however, it takes what feels like forever to get to the blond.]
Riley... Riley, calm down. [His voice calmly carries its way over to his mate, well before he gets to him. The second he's able to, he's reaching out in an attempt to firmly grasp the other man's shoulder. Hopefully he can snap him out of it, even a little.] Listen to me... I'm right here.
[He's in front of him, trying his best to capture his gaze by lowering his head and looking right at his eyes.] Hey...