"Fischer-Z?" A blank look crossed his face at the cultural reference which slipped right beneath his radar. But her next question made far more sense, and he delved into it with an indulgent smile. She'd been so set on making this a not-date while he'd been actively struggling with the opposite: trying to extend the olive branch of not-friendship, reciprocating the sentiment of her present, balancing the scales.
"What-- haven't you noticed what day it is, Aria? I specifically asked you out for Valentine's Day. I thought it was fairly evident." Aidan shrugged, the narrow planes of his shoulders moving. "Whether it went well or turned into an utter trainwreck, I intended on this being a date from the start. Guess I didn't make that entirely clear. The next one will fit the mould better, I promise."
And when she addressed the gap and the divide between them, he expressed mild relief. "Teach me the fine art of Irish step dancing and I'll ply you with old filmmakers -- it sounds like a deal. I mean, not to-- I didn't intend to disparage anyone who isn't into museums. You've actually travelled more than I have, if you think about it. I'd be curious to hear more about your life was like with your dad. Growing up on the road, it sounds far more interesting than sitting in the one spot and simply living life day-in and day-out."