At last, Evey sat down on the left side of the couch, her form barely taking up half the cushion. She stared at nothing, and processed what Aidan said. This was her fault then? She'd driven him to this?
But no - this was not her responsibility, and she refused to take it. He, and he alone, was responsible for his own actions. And he was old enough to know it. Evey looked over at him and saw that he did know it.
"You need to tell her. Not now. Get clean. Get in control of yourself. But then -- you need to tell her. She deserves to know and she deserves to make whatever decision she will." Evey suspected she knew exactly what she'd decide.
Drumming her fingers on the top of her thigh, she considered the vampire leaning on the other side of the couch. He still sold himself too short. Even seeing him as he was now, even seeing him at his very worst, Evey knew that Aidan was better than the vampire considered himself. She knew this to the marrow. That's what made her so angry. It felt like a betrayal of everything she knew he could be -- and everything he could be for her.
"Will you do it?" she asked. "Will you get clean?"