Aidrian didn't know what to say, so he nodded. It didn't change anything. The disappointment swamped him, but he didn't blame the blond. There were certainly worse endings to taking such a chance in the first place. He continued to walk, feet sinking into the warm sand and the salt-scented breeze ruffling through dark hair. Trying to focus on such details wasn't entirely successful but it kept him outwardly calm at least.
Internally he replayed the moment from Sunday. Raksha, if neither of them were fooling themselves and it was him, had looked puzzled and intrigued. Aidrian had the sinking feeling his twin didn't quite remember him. It was a disheartening thought and his pace slowed, dragging along similarly to the blond's. Even so, he still wanted that confirmation. To be face to face with no walls to block scent, nothing to hide the truth. He just didn't know how to go about doing that.