[ And that was what the problem was. He didn't think and from the sound of it, he had no plans to start. It hurts, more so than he can bury in the red-hot anger and even if Helix hadn't stalked on ahead Aidan would've fallen behind with the way it makes him falter. Damn near stumble.
You can't cry in jungles and so he swallows stubbornly, his own grip on that rod loosening. Was this ever going to change? Was he ever going to get through to him or would they just continue like this... with him trying to get Helix to understand and the other just... doing whatever the hell he wanted anyway. All he wanted was for Helix to tell him when he was going somewhere, to not wake up to an empty bed and a hastily scribbled note ever again cause as much as he'd soldiered through it and pretended it was fine, it damn near broke his heart.
And then the bomb threat. And now this.
Trembling, he continued to swallow and swallow and swallow, the lump in his throat threatening to choke him and when he finally manages to force the words out they're fractured and broken, brimming with a pain he'd done so well to keep locked up since that first morning alone in the hotel. ]
I'm not mad! I was scared to death, you fucking idiot..! [ It's more of a desperate whisper than a cry. He's not even sure Helix will hear him. ]