"Thankth," he offered curtly. Aedan liked his name, too. If he'd been born with an s in his name, it might've been the end for him, but alas he had enough fortune to be born into a name he could both pronounce and appreciate. It was enough to spur the conversation forward past the awkward mention of polishing habits and techniques.
'Oh sorry if I'm bothering you...I know you were busy doing something..' She seemed to regret interrupting him now, but it wasn't as though he was actually accomplishing anything beforehand. Beyond making a fool of himself, that is. He raised a hand and waved it dismissively, hoping to assure her that she was more than worth the fuss. "Don't thweat it, I wuth gonna get caught if'n it wathn't for you," he reminded Crithy thankfully, winking.
His lazy eye cocked to the side sharply.
'It's probably weird to say I just wanted to talk to you, right?'
"Not at all," he admitted through a blush, giggling a bit into the back of his hand at the prospect. It was like a dream come true: Foxy girl struts up to you for some idle conversation, only for you to hit it off and see where things went. Except Aedan wasn't that sort of guy, but feeling liked... that was a reward worthy of a few concessions.
'You're just really nice...'
'I mean way nicer than Andy...'
"Haha, yeah. Andy'th a tough nut to crack, that'th fer thure." He shared Crissy's bark of laughter before turning a bit solemn. Speaking ill of Andoles behind his back felt... somehow wrong. Even if Andy definitely was a little shit, he was a friend. Even if he wasn't always a model citizen.
Aedan's ears perked a bit at the next mention of Blackadder Crissy made.
'But, I mean, I don't blame him for being how he is. You know, given his past.' Aedan gave Crissy a double take, looking towards the library exit and back at her incredulously. What'd she know about that, and what was she doing bringing it up now? This was starting to feel like gossip hour on Bingo Night at the old folks' home where his grandpa used to visit some old buddies of his, and he most certainly wasn't a gossiping nanny. Yuck. Not quite his cup of tea.
'I don't know what I'd do if that happened to my parents...' Parents plural. Andy had only ever mentioned his mother, and Aedan sensed there was a bit of a lacking in his father figure, which made them somewhat alike. But Crissy spoke as if both had suffered, perhaps even shared, a miserable fate. But he wasn't sure whether he could believe it, coming from a stranger. But more importantly, he didn't want to believe it.
Aedan was Andy's confidant. Right...?
His head slumped over and he looked down at a clenched fist, developing bitter thoughts towards Andy. He was supposed to be special. Was Andy just going to go around and tell every painted whore about his personal life? It made him jealous, and he couldn't place why, except that he felt that he exclusively deserved Andoles' confidence. It riled him up to feel like he'd been crossed by his best mate so casually.
'Oh, I'm not sure if I should have said that. I'm not sure if he's told you...about what happened..' Aedan snapped. "He told me about hith mum; Andy never thaid nothin' bout hith dad. Jutht hith mum..." His offhand traced delicate patterns across his balled fist, trying to soothe his frayed nerves before he threw a tantrum. That was just the sort of thing he wanted, Aedan realized. To wind him up over nothing but a few meticulated words. Sometimes he grew to resent that about Andy. Aedan didn't look up from his lap beyond this point, too cross to look Crissy in the eyes; wondering if she was somehow more worthy of Andy in some way. It boiled his blood just to think of it in such simple yet irreproachable terms. Fuckin' athhole...
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