Aidan forgot everything in the midst of that kiss. Her embrace burned their conversation from his mind entirely, set fire to his doubts and melted away his sorrow. His transgressions didn't matter, his killings were pushed aside, there was only Evey. Evey Hammond. Who had trusted him and welcomed him, who had saved him - not just once. Evey, who he loved.
Her gasp for air brought him back to himself some. But not all the way. He still wasn't thinking about the bad. Aidan realized in that moment that there were two Eveys in there. His and Preston's. It tugged a little at the back of his mind, but she was holding him again and crying before he could give it any more thought.
"Evey?" Aidan moved his hands up to encircle her shoulders, and then to pet her hair. He could feel the tears soak through his shirt to his skin. He wished he had a beating heart that could comfort her with the steady rhythm of life. "Evey? Talk to me."