Aiden head tilted. The word 'why' was mouthed. It was pointless. Mac wasn't even looking at him. He was on his tippy toes, trying to reach for something Aiden couldn't see.

He eventually gave up, grunting and spinning to face him, jumping down from the counter like he was Batman. He hit the ground with a loud groan. He lay there for a minute or so, cradling his lower legs before he pushed to his feet with a pout.

"So are you worried?" Mac asked. He'd climbed back up onto the counter but appeared content with just sitting on it. His feet swung merrily.

Aiden repeated his process.

"Because they're—"...