He could have taken offense then--in truth he did but it wasn't the sort of offense that meant he disagreed--some part, a piece of him turned inward, his expression turning slightly darker. Though Josh was his friend, his best friend and though he always would be-he knew that Josh hated what he was almost as much as Aidan hated it. Maybe this was why the Josh he hallucinated while he was buried had been ready for him to die. He tied their friendship into that piece of himself that would always believe that the world would be better off without him in it. His voice was a little shuttered, and he shrugged as he spoke--he was soft-spoken, "Between a life of apathy and a constant struggle for control."