"Want toast?"
When Zavier asked that, Aiden nodded and sat down on a chair.
"When did you wake up?" Aiden asked, and Zavier looked at him as he put a slightly burned toast on a plate.
"Two hours ago. I slept a lot in the last few days." He passed on the toast, "Here."
"Ah, thanks."
"Sorry, I never really cooked before."
"It's perfectly fine."
They didn't talk for a while as Aiden chewed on the toast. It wasn't the best toast he had eaten, but it wasn't so bad that it was unbearable.
It was just average.
After a while, Zavier opened his mouth.
"I wanted to say thanks." Aiden looked up at him, still chewing the toast. "No one else came to meet me after the scandal, and only you did. It's a big thing for me. I feel much better after letting out everything going on in my mind."