Her plea was not lost to his ears. His mind said that she was trying to keep him from withdrawing into himself further. Trying to keep him from letting the world go entirely. His heart told him that she was begging him to stay near. His ears... well. They weren't quite sure what they heard. There was a twinge to her voice that he didn't understand.
When she pushed against him, he let her go. Despite wanting to pull her back in and make her hold him. That had been a good place, that spot in her arms. Listening to her heart beat. But she didn't want to be there, and he couldn't force it. Aidan watched her leave the bathroom with sadness in eyes and heart. A new kind, overlapping that which had been there since he'd woken up and realized who he'd eaten.
Aidan dressed, not quickly, not slowly. He didn't even notice the clothing she'd chosen. It didn't matter. He slid it on and moved into the hallway, and then into the living room, as if he was a ghost. A phantom, maybe.
His eyes scanned the whole space as if he'd never seen it before while he walked to sit down with her.