Aaron had quickly wiped himself over and changed back into jeans and a tee before going to his bag and downing his meds. He looked at the sliding dog tag box in his palm and remembered Dr Shearing for a moment; how her deep eyes used to slyly sparkle when he was being an ass, how she used to order him around and ignore his idiotic flirting attempts. Aaron didn't know how long he'd be stuck on this island but he was glad there was someone he vaguely knew here.
Still, he shoved those thoughts down and went to clean the mats and equipment he'd used with Jake, still a stickler for good gym etiquette.