#clarusignus

    “Well, if you want to––sure.”

❤ describe how they show affection.

     “She died.” Aiden uttered softly, raising his hand to wipe the        stray tears from his face. He was a little embarrassed for Ivy to        see him like this but it was one of those days where he missed       his mother more than anyone. She was always there to give him       just the right amount of advice. To hug him and tell him everything        will be alright when he was upset. Sitting up, he crossed his legs        on the bed and looked shyly over at Ivy, eyes still glistening with        tears. “My mother… She died…” It wasn’t right for him to be putting       the blonde in this spot, he was sure she was uncomfortable, well       at least he would be if one of his friends started crying about their        mother. Shaking his head he dropped his gaze to the bed, “S-Sorry,       I-I’m fine.”

           Ivy knew it was rude to intrude onto somebody's bedroom without permission,            but the moment it got too quiet, she had placed an ear at the door and heard            quiet, muffled sobs;& her hand was on the door knob in an instant and the door            opened in a flash. She blinked several times at the sight, no memory that had            prepared her to comfort the crying male. Uncomfortable was a word, no doubt,            but she still hesitantly took long strides, ending near the bed and placed her            knee on the mattress, a single hand placed on his back, patting in a slow            manner. "Is that so?" Ivy murmured, bringing another hand to comb through            his dark hair. "You don't have to be sorry, darling. It's not your fault. You can            cry -- I'll be here for you." She smiled in an assuring manner.

[ Aiden]