She rolled her eyes. It didn't seem like Aaron believed her. Had he read her mind? Or maybe her power wasn't all in her head. Maybe he could hear it whirring from his spot next to her, even over the loud banging and clicking of the car on the tracks. It was her turn to get annoyed now. She was going to have to tell the truth, wasn't she? If anything, just to make the whirring stop. But she wasn't looking forward to what she only assumed would be a smug look from her companion.
"Fine. You're right. I came down to prove you wrong, and in the process, I got punched in the face and robbed. And I'm not sure why I care what you think, or what you say, because no one else certainly does. But for some reason, I do. I can't believe I let you get under my skin but you're like, I don't know. So far under there that antibiotics wouldn't be able to force you out. And I'm sitting here next to you and not my cousin because I apparently seek your approval more than his. He couldn't give a damn if I ride the subway. But you do, so here I am." She huffed, embarrassed but also feeling a little liberated. "Happy?"