[In many ways it's her fault that he's even out here today.
Despite talking to Haine and Lacus and Helix and getting his wounds healed, Aidan still couldn't shake that cold, sickening feeling. Dread. Like toxic smoke in his lungs, and the only thing that can ease the darkness of emotional soot is fresh air and aimless walks. The unconditional love of tiny, furry animals were an added bonus - he's usually out and about in Sector 4 and today is just more of a guarantee than usual.
It's been good, all that air. All that soft fur and black, beady eyes, warm bellies in need of scratching and that's what he's been doing for the past ten minutes. Long enough to need a stretch, long enough to push himself back to standing, eyes sweeping aimlessly over the grassy lawn--
And then there's Saya. She's been in his thoughts and at the top of his fingertips and just about a heartbeat away from a call, but he didn't expect to see her there. He tenses, attention stuck on her just like the air sticks in his lungs. Should he say hi..? He should, shouldn't he?]