The room was starting to move. It wasn't spinning, per se; maybe more like rocking slightly. It didn't make Aaron feel sick, not yet, but unsettled. Off-kilter. Disconnected, maybe. He had to set his second hand back on the bed beneath himself to maintain his balance. They were such little bottles, he thought, frustrated with himself. Granted, he hadn't much to eat that day, trying to make up for the boredom-induced binge eating he'd been doing earlier in the week. ...and he'd had them fast. In succession.
Aaron let out a soft huff at her compliment, not really hearing much else, even though he'd registered that she was talking. A lazy grin slid over his still-parted lips and his eyelids drooped slightly as he looked back at her, arching his eyebrows. "Oh yeah?" he asked. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth to wet it and let it slide back out again. In retrospect, this was probably the point at which Aaron would go into auto-pilot. Sitting up again, Aaron took another bottle and held it out to her briefly before changing his mind, unscrewing it and downing it.
"You gonna do something about it or just sit there on your ass and stare?" he asked. The words felt foreign and unwelcome in his mouth and the slid between his lips without giving him a chance to consider them or the implications that would come with them. Shifting and tugging at the front of his pants, though, as he looked back at her with a silent challenge written all over his face, he found that...he didn't really care. "C'mere," he added, jerking his chin upward in a lazy sort of beckoning gesture.