He didn't know where they were going, but he would have followed Evey anywhere. Her hand in his had shocked him, and he still hadn't recovered by the time they reached the park. It was an intimate gesture, even though it didn't have to be. There was something in the way that their fingers mingled that was more than a friendly guide to where she wanted them to go.
Aidan's eyes took in the park, recalling the afternoon spent with the woman he loved. The rides, the cotton candy, the laughter. He could almost hear the sounds of all the people wandering around, talking, giggling, singing sometimes. Yelling playfully. The smell of the food, so many different kinds of it, most of it deep fried.
The festival sounds died away and sank back into his memory as Evey pulled him to a bench and they sat down. He'd known that she hadn't been there to check up on him the way that she'd greeted him. It had sound like she'd been rehearsing something to say to him. Then she'd been silenced by the way he looked. Even a braindead coma patient could see that event history.
He nodded his understanding, not wanting to say anything, lest he interrupt her flow or thoughts. Whatever it was, she needed to get it out.