The only green he wore was a watch with a green band, everything else was his normal clothes- black shorts, grey wife-beater and a dark grey short-sleeved button-up. He was still tipsy enough not to hide the typical sly smirk appear at the corners of his lips as he leaned on the boxes looking at her.
"I think now is the perfect time, doll." His tone was soft without being condescending, only tinged slightly with the humour he meant it with. Arron quirked an eyebrow before moving to crouching down in front of her. He gently took her clenched hand, not caring if she would hit him or steal her hand back.
"I offer myself to be a punching back, if you'd like." Arron wasn't going to ask for her to talk about it. He knew very well that if Aria had something to say nothing stopped her. So he offered the one thing he knew could make her feel better that no one else would offer. They may have done so in a joking manner, but he was dead serious. Talking about emotions was not his strong suite, but he did view Aria as a friend. A friend that he found incredibly attractive and that annoyed him sometimes, but any friend of his he sought to protect and comfort in times of anger.
"Or we can go back in there and I'll hold him while you beat the shit out of him. You do have a decent right-hook." The smile was back on his lips, curling his lips ever so slightly.