"Well, then he was an asshole, Rielle. People like that exist." He wasn't one of them, he hoped. He certainly had standards that didn't involve punching girls in the face, or elbowing them or whatever this guy had done to her. Whoever this guy was, hobo or not, he was a dick. Aaron did not approve. There were lines that should not be crossed, no matter how entitled and out of place a girl might look in a subway station, she did not deserve a black eye.
"I don't know. I guess you could say it's an allergic reaction, too?" In one eye? Unlikely. But it sounded better than pink eye. "I don't hate you." He replied with great difficulty. That wasn't the problem.