There was no actual sensation of Peter reading him and figuring out what his emotions were, but Aidan felt like he felt it. Felt like Peter was doing an assessment of him like those robots did all the time in movies. Reading his life signs and trying to determine if he was a threat or not. Aidan wondered how, despite knowing everything he'd done, Peter came to the conclusion that he was not.
He sat for a moment, looking at the wall, trying to think of something to say. Trying to find a way to tell Peter that he was fine. Aidan knew that it was supremely stupid to lie to this particular man. Even if Peter hadn't held all those powers, Peter was a friend. A very good friend. One did not lie to one's friends. Dean was a good example of what happened.
"I don't know." Aidan's head slowly shook, a sad and lost look resting on his face. "I'll take any kind of help you can think to give, but I can't tell you what I need. I've been trying so hard, it's never taken this long for me to start to straighten up. I go through so many bags a day..."
He finally looked at Peter, afraid of what he might see there.