"Uuuuugh." He dragged his hands over his face in frustration. "You know what? From now on, I don't care what you do or what you think or say about me because clearly your mind is made up. You can say what you want about my life, my habits or my friends--" Because that had been a point she'd tried to make. Like his being friends with Wes made him some kind of creep. "I just don't care." He sighed, actually that made him feel better, getting that off his chest, "I don't care." So good, apparently, that it needed to be repeated.
Aaron almost laughed and told her that wasn't French at all, but kept it to himself. He was done. He didn't care. Remember?
But then he took a sip of brandy. And then another one. And then it sunk in a little. "Wait. You were... Interested in what I have to say?"