The laugh echoed in Aidan's head, a nicer sound than the thrum thrum swoosh of the machines and the hummmmmmmm of the dryers. He focused on trying to shut the other noises out, letting Ethan's voice be the dominant noise. He'd only managed to do it a couple of times, focus on one thing particularly and all his senses seemed to hone in on that. It provided a brief reprieve considering he'd started sleeping with his iPod in in the hopes of chasing away the noises of the street and everything around him at night.
"Probably, I think you were a year above me." he offered, "I was a quiet kid that got pushed into lockers a lot." Mainly because he was quiet and gay and everyone knew it but he didn't care. Mostly. "Tended to keep to myself." It was said with a rueful smile.
When he leaned a little closer, big brown eyes blinked up and met blue. It was easier to focus on Ethan and Ethan alone with him closer. He smelt nicer than most of the people in the launderette. "Hell yes," he muttered, moving a touch closer himself like the conversation couldn't be too loud; maybe the guy was outside or just waiting to come back in and find out how was bitching about him. "He always seems to be in here when I'm here. But- he's never clean!"