"Oh, no. Don't worry about it. I just didn't notice I was humming, that's all." He laughed his high, musical laugh. "Next thing you know, I'll start talking to myself. My mom used to do it all the time, you know. I fear it's just a matter of time before I start doing it too." Aidan deftly sidestepped all talk of modesty. He had been raised on Celine and Whitney and all those wonderful belters his mother used to listen to so, to him, that was the measure of good singing. He had never learned to love voices he could relate to, like Aimee Mann, Joni Mitchell or Jay Brannan, so he didn't think much of his own soft, sweet sound.
He was having such a good time just sitting around and talking that time was flying by. The night around them was no longer purely shades of gray and darkness. When the last of the stars faded to a twinkle, the sky turned silvery and the first hints of color came alive around them. He heaved a great sigh while listening to Craig and smiled. Aidan stretched out onto his back on the trampled grass, still smiling as he gazed at this strange, fascinating man who seemed to enjoy his company. His hair spread under him like a veil. For God's sake, the guy hadn't even tried to cop a feel yet. Aidan was in heaven.
"Tell you what, promise me another sunrise and I'll sing for you next time." He pursed his lips in an amused expression and put an arm behind his head to use as a pillow. "See what I did there? I'm shamelessly manipulating you into seeing me again, and at the same time giving you an excuse to pursue away." He did that little snort-giggle thing he liked to do and grinned at Craig. He was flattered and awestruck, but mostly elated that a gentleman like this one wanted to... how had he put it again? To have Aidan grace him with his presence again. It should have been stupid, and laughable, but instead it was (and, there was that word again,) magical. He grinned even wider at the state of the man. "I'll even bring you a pair of shorts, next time. Again, not that I mind the view. Hm... maybe a thong."
Oh, he had to joke and be obnoxious, because the option at this point was to simper and sigh like one of those tacky Victorian heroines that always ended up crying like idiots. That wasn't a role Aidan wanted to play. No, sir.