Aiden changed his clothes into a white muscled shirt and skinny jeans before putting on cowboy boots and slipping on a purple hoodie. He came back downstairs and sat at the kitchen table. Rolling up the sleeves of the hoodie, he bandaged up his arm and jerked the sleeve back down. He finally got around to texting Phoenix back, I can't help it if you get sick or not, it was your idea to let me stay there anyway, so you can blame yourself. And yeah, I figured I'd be like that, but don't worry, I'm only like that around you when I'm drunk. He sent the text and rested his head against the palm of his hand with a tired sigh.
Dallas watched Aiden come back downstairs then looked at Jasmine. He picked up the dented milk carton and handed it to her with a smirk, "Here's your milk."