He wouldn't rat on her, that wasn't his way. He would never want to be ratted out or have shit told about him he'd given out in private, so his lips were sealed on the matter. Whether Sevv trusted him or not was entirely her own thinking.
Aaron moved around the apartment, pushing hair from his face and shrugging. "Don't worry about being in my way, seriously. What's mine is yours." Because he had offered. He hadn't offered and then set rules, he'd told her if she needed a place to crash, she could crash, so no big deal. "Really. Just make yourself at home." So long as she didn't like break his computer or rip his art up, everything was dandy.