Aidan Waite (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nogarlic) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} we_coexist,@ 2015-12-16 11:48:00 |
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Running into a version of the girl he'd brutally killed had given him a strange new insight into life. The fact that she now knew that he'd done it, and had for some reason spared him - he could only guess that his words about Evey had been the saving grace - had sent him into a spiral of thought.
It didn't escape Aidan that there were people in the world, not just this one, but others as well, who believed in him and wanted the best for him. It never had, not really. Back home he'd had Josh and Sally, who had done everything they could to make sure that he was able to be the guy he wanted to be. Then he'd been in a world where there had been Dean, Evey, and Peter. Here he had even more.
Aidan could never take that for granted.
He realized that he kind of had been. The way he was acting, the way he'd been treating Evey. Even the way he'd been treating himself. He'd made a monumental mistake, and he'd felt terribly about it, but then he'd acted like a child. Peter was supplying him with blood so that he didn't have to take from living people or take from the hospital. And still he was keeping himself away from people.
He thought about all of this and more as he walked toward work.