[Maybe Aidan should have cried for him, because for one reason or another... his eyes remained dry. He was swallowing over and over, desperately trying to get his throat to work and get his tongue to taste less like cotton and steel. Maybe something was really broken inside of him because a bitter, unstable chuckle bubbled out of his chest at Aidan's words of comfort. Deep down he was absorbing them like a sponge, they were helping him to breath again...
But to hear Aidan say it was okay? All of this, what he'd done... was okay? It seemed funny to him in a morbid sort of way.]
Okay, huh? [He knew what the other meant though, what he was shooting for. He raised his head slowly, shoulders still shaking some with that false laugh.]
I don't regret it. I don't feel anything but relief that I killed them. I got to watch that sonnovabitch die choking on his own cock.
[He had a small, humorless smile curled over his lips. He may seem happy about it but... inside he was cold, numb and utterly twisted up into an indescribable mess of emotions he couldn't hope to untangle.]