Part of Aidan didn't want to answer, for the incredible shame he felt. He should be doing better, he knew. He hadn't been able to ween himself off or slow down at all. It was as if the hunger were the one doing the eating, tearing him apart from the inside out.
"Five or six at least." He was shaking his head. "Sometimes more. I usually only have one a day. Only ramping it up to two if I'm going to be doing something that involves another person and is very high on the... passion... scale."
Aidan didn't know why he had skirted that issue or why he felt ashamed to speak to Peter about that particular matter. Maybe because Peter was Evey's best friend, and right now Aidan didn't feel like he deserved Evey at all, which meant that Peter - in his mind - felt like Aidan didn't deserve Evey, either.
"I've tried." Aidan closed his eyes. "There was something about that girl... Evey told you, right?"