Evey turned away from him so he couldn't see her expression. Four days. She should have come sooner. She should have talked with John sooner. She should have done something other than wither away in front of a bloody fucking window! Her fists clenched and unclenched at her sides. How brutally selfish she'd been. Not just to Aidan - to Peter, as well. The man... Evey wanted to reach out to Peter, but.... couldn't. She couldn't, not until her walls were back in place and she was up on her feet - at least mentally.
Aidan's voice reminded her, then, that Peter was going to know anyway. She sighed and nodded. "We'll have to tell him. Aidan, we'll go together. You and me. Don't argue with me on this." She crossed her arms and leaned her shoulder against the wall, staring at the place where the wall and the embellished base boards met. This was a fucking mess. She didn't say that lightly.
If at all possible, they should still try to find those alleys. The bodies were probably already discovered by the stench of decomposition alone, but if by some lucky fate they weren't, then they could burn everything down the alley and erase any evidence that Aidan had been ther---
Evey looked over her shoulder, then turned completely, arms still folded over her chest. "You're a bloody idiot," she said flatly, "Asking me a question like that."