Aidan did not want to look Evey in the eye. He would tell her the truth, he would take her physical punishment, but he did not want to look directly at her while he did it. She was not giving him the choice, however. With all the strength his body held within it, he could not resist her. He could not actively pull away. His face was pulled up and he found her eyes.
"I don't know." He answered softly the first time. "I DON'T KNOW!"
It wasn't quite a shout, but his voice was definitely raised. There were already tears brimming in his eyes, though not of sadness. Of shame. He was not quite sober enough to feel the guilt again, or the full impact of what he had done. The half full bag of Leeloo's blood had been powerful enough to sink him back into the devil who didn't care. His slumber had pulled him back enough for him to know the shame alone.
"Yes, of course I liked it." He shook his head, now pulling his chin away from her hand so that he could stop looking into her eyes and seeing her disappointment. "I was drunk. I'm a fucking monster, Evey, I've tried to tell you."
He had. He'd tried to explain what he became when he drank live, and she wouldn't ever listen. Now she had proof of it, though. Now she could see.
"Bac..." Aidan frowned and let the words filter through the fog to his brain. Back here? Only one Evey had been here. He looked up at her, studying her. She was dressed differently now, but her form was still too thin. Her hair was done, but it still did not shine with life. Her skin had been scrubbed, but it still clung to her face. She was not... she was the other Evey. She was the one who he had sent over the brink into oblivion. Though, to see her now, she certainly did seem to be full of fire again.
"No." He said, softly. Suspiciously, but not accusingly. "Why."