Aaron distracted himself by messing with his phone, playing a completely pointless game of smashing ants while trying to avoid poking bees because they would sting you and then it was game over. It was truly a waste of time, but the ants smooshed into such wonderfully disgusting globs of chunky goo when they died that it never failed to entertain the lanky man. He glanced up to catch Elena's pink cheeks and chuckled quietly to himself over it. She really was reading a porno and getting all red from it! Maybe he'd get lucky after all. See? he could be quiet at times. Mostly quiet. Sometimes.
"Hum?" He looked up from his game with a lazy smile, eyelids hanging lazy as his brows climbed his forehead. "Your name's not Helen?" He asked the question as if they had not just had the conversation. Lean shoulders rolled in a casual shrug, Aaron twisting his face to one side as he scratched his cheek with a thumb. "Maybe it was Helen," he announced casually, as if it were the most normal comment in the world.That was the problem with Pan, he would often tell people intimate, shocking, potentially life-changing facts about themselves, but he was so odd that few could get anything valuable from it.
"Oh, but you're assuming that, at my core, I'm not an idiotic asshole!" He beamed as he said it, it really was near impossible tell if he was being difficult and relishing it or if he really thought himself that and could not be assed to care. "We can't all be sophisticated pretty book-readers," he reminded sagely. Given the way his long body was bent into a slouch against the wall, his clothes rumpled and in need of a wash and his hair wild with ungroomed curls, it was pretty clear that he was a good distance from sophisticated, and that call could be made even before you caught the lingering whiff of marijuana clinging to him.