Unloved.

Arwen stepped out of the bathroom, having finished her shower, only to find Aiden already lying on the bed. Even though he was dressed in comfortable clothes, there was something etched on his face that spoke of discomfort. 

"You okay?" she asked while drying her hair with the towel. 

Aiden's brows furrowed slightly, but he nodded to her. "I am fine," he said, gesturing towards the dresser. "There is a blow dryer over. You can use that to dry your hair." 

Arwen followed his gesture and nodded before walking over to the dresser. To her surprise, all her things were so neatly arranged that it didn't feel like she had just moved in that today, but rather as if she had been living there for quite some time. She paused, glancing back at him. "Did you ask them to do this?" 

Aiden looked at her, then at the dresser. Nodding, he replied, "It's more convenient for you this way."