[ That makes two of them. Normally Aidan would have no problems keeping the conversation going with inane chatter but after today he's quite content to sit in silence and make short work of his beer. Tired. So fucking tired and it has nothing to do with Marina and everything to do with the fact that in his mind, he can't remember the last time he had a beer. The last time he sat in a room that didn't have a dirt floor. The last time his boots weren't caked in mud and blood.
After a moment he leans onto the table, head resting heavily against his arms as if he literally doesn't have the energy to keep it upright. There's a heavy sigh. ]