Aimon was quiet until he joined her, taking the blanket somewhat hesitantly and sitting down beside her. He found himself against her, just close enough to touch and keep warm. He sighed a bit, and pulled the cigarette from between his lips, flicking a little of the ash elsewhere. "Yeah. He's kind of reserved, that one." he shrugged. He felt warm, and he couldn't help but look over and smile at her a little.
"Oh, and I kind of flipped out at her and told her about some shit I probably shouldn't have. Scared her a little, I think." he said, shaking his head. "I went a little crazy, and now we're not talking, so..."
He was quiet for a moment, and looked at her, the soft smile returning to his face. He'd stop thinking about all of that for now, just for a while. He'd been dwelling on it all week, and to do so any longer certainly wouldn't be helpful to either of them. Besides, Dorcas kind of made him not feel so alone in the realm of having fucked everything up, so he felt comfortable…almost.
"So, you have sisters, do you? Are they as interesting as you are?" he asked, casually, looking up into the sky himself, and smirking a bit. He got a little closer to her, and put his arm around her. Hell, he'd done it before, and it felt kind of nice.