The smile. The pure joy from her. It began to tear him apart. He had taken this from the world. Not a thing he would have done if he'd been in his right mind, for sure, but he couldn't wash it away, that act.
"Boston is in the United States. Your Earth may not be the same as mine. It might be taytay'kita to you, unusual. It's very normal for the most part." Aside from the ghosts, vampires, and werewolves, he supposed. But anywhere that had a woman like this in it, a language like he kept speaking, was not an ordinary, dull place.
Aidan's brain felt like it was in hyperspeed. Memorizing everything about her. He hadn't known what to attribute the newfound ease of his learning to before, he'd thought maybe it was just how much blood he'd had. Now he thought maybe it was her. The language was hers. Maybe the learning was hers, as well.