Aidan watched her look. His hand had kept the door in place, but now it was free and she could move it if she thought to. He was grateful when she went to look other places instead. It was clear to him that she was going to cover every inch of this space, the fact made clearer when she moved away the shower curtain.
There were a few places that could hide a backpack in this bathroom. Not as many as the main bathroom held, of course, but enough. And maybe she wouldn't stop to think about the door. The door that was now completely open, and hiding the linen closet behind it.
He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the opposite side of the jamb from the hinges, trying to not look in that direction. He'd already given himself away - earlier, and then by trying to keep control of the door. He looked to the floor to keep his eyes under his control.
Deep inside of himself, Aidan knew that she was doing this to help him, and that she was right. Deep inside, he was going to feel like a real shitbag for not telling her outright, for lying to her, for hiding the bag of blood. Right now, however, there was still enough of a drunk going on that Aidan didn't want anything but more blood. Not just any blood, either, that blood. He didn't care that he was being an asshole, and he only marginally cared about the idea of the other Evey finding out and hating him forever, losing her to this stupid action and his continued lack of compliance. Regrettable thoughts, all of them. But that buried part would have to resurface for him to realize it.
His jaw clinched tightly as Evey spoke.
She loved him. He loved her too. He knew that. Was aware of it in a very painful way. She did deserve him getting clean, and she did deserve all of the truth. So why couldn't he agree? Why was he standing here right now not pointing to the top of the linen closet so that this Evey could find the backpack and dispose of all the bagged blood? He warred with himself on these points, always coming back to the blood he'd hidden and his need for it.
How could she not see - because of these very actions - that he didn't deserve either of them?
Aidan didn't respond verbally at first. Just rested his head against the wood and began to pick at the varnish. It seemed like she was taking forever, though he knew that it was only moments since she'd spoken to him. Only enough time for her to check two places.
"I've never been good enough for her. You." He said finally, looking up but not abandoning his spot.