Sooner or later. There was no way that they wouldn't come into contact again. Evey would have told him about what had happened. The pair of them were too close not to. Aidan couldn't even be mad at her for it, or upset that the man was here. It was the natural order of things.
"It's not lo... oh, wait. Yes it is." Aidan stood up from the couch. Of course he'd locked it. He was locking the world out more than locking himself in. Peter's face on the other side of the door when he got it open was actually more relieving than Aidan had thought it would be. This was a man who knew what he was, but also knew that he tried very hard to not be that. A man who understood him on a level that Aidan had never expected.
He stepped aside after a moment of just looking and waved Peter inside. The apartment was clean, as it ever was with no thanks to any effort on his part. The City seemed to think that he needed help in that area, and it wasn't wrong. Aidan, though, was a little worse for wear. Rumpled clothes, mussed hair.