[The walk is awkward to say the least and the tension doesn't grow any lighter once they're indoors. More like the opposite and although Aidan feels comfortable enough to wander further into the apartment, depositing the basket in the small kitchen, he really doesn't feel like he should be there. In fact, a small part of him wants to get back out in the cold but this is a conversation that needs to happen and he can't just make up his own assumptions.
Months. And with how they parted... why they parted... there's no limit to the way events could've played out.
He fidgets, shifting his weight from side to side before finally biting the bullet. The desperate embrace from their first 30 seconds back together is starting to fade in his memory, which really doesn't make anything better.]
So, uhm...
[That's about as far as he gets. Help him or give him a second chance, please.]