I have something to say, and I need you to listen. Aidan, there's something you should know. Aidan, I know I'm not who you want to see right now, but I need to tell you something.
Even now, she wasn't sure how to begin. The door cracked and she took a breath.
"Aidan, I --"
His appearance shocked her into silence. Part of her wanted to hug him. Part of her wanted to slap him. She froze, her eyes widening with the surprise, widening with the conflict -- and then she shook it off. Aidan stepped back, she stepped forward, and then she quickly turned and closed the door. Her back went up against it. As her eyes swept over him again, taking in more than just his unkempt appearance, it became clear as to what needed doing. The shock faded into something far more recognizable. She reached out for Aidan's hand, grasped it firmly in her own, and marched without a word toward the room where she'd found his hidden stash. Only this time, it was for an entirely different reason.
She turned the faucets on full, pulled down a towel and washcloth, marveled briefly at the fact that everything was so neatly organized here, when he simply wasn't (for she and Preston had always immediately cleaned up after themselves, leaving nothing out of place), and then, after testing the water, turned on the shower head and pulled back the curtain.
"I'll go find you something to wear," she said, as the bathroom began to fill with steam.
For a flash of a moment, her eyes showed pain - she was remembering the last time she'd been in a foggy bathroom with him - before she slid past him and closed the door behind her.
Pants. The man needed pants. She went to his bedroom and started looking.