He nodded, short and simple. It really wasn't his problem and he had more than enough of his own not to worry himself about it. At least that is until the problem found its way to his doorstep again. He'd deal with that if and when he had to but Aidan had been managing for almost three hundred years so surely he'd take care of it.
"He's there almost every night." he admitted without hesitation. It wasn't is job to keep Josh's secrets. It wasn't even really a secret, everyone knew he was a workaholic. Isaac got up from where he'd been sitting and grabbed a scarf, throwing it over his shoulders. "I should get going. But i'm sure Josh is in the clinic. Good luck with your blood problem."