Aidan hates the dark, nothing good ever comes out of it. Anything could be lurking out there, just waiting for him to let his guard down. Yet at the same time, he also felt a certain comfort from the dark. An entirely conflicting feeling that often times leaving him unsure of himself. How can he hate something he finds comfort from? Some questions are better left for other people, Aidan couldn't think of an answer even if he tried.
He turns his attention to the sky, his flashlight flickering alarmingly. At least tonight the moon happens to be bright tonight. Though without the flashlight walking back would suck. He isn't too far, so he begins making his way back, hitting his palm against the flashlight each time it flickers. Once he makes his way back he sits on the front lawn, not ready to go inside yet. Not wanting to sleep yet either. He retrieves his journal from his pack and scans over the first few pages. Its been a long time since he felt like reading anything in it.
Finally, when the flashlight at last flickers and dies he puts the journal back.
Today felt bad...worse than bad even he knew the feeling well. Hopeless, a deep discomfort settling in his chest. Constricting and muffling any other feeling. He stays asleep for hours that morning, unwilling to get up until everything subsides. Plaguing the others with his feelings seems selfish, he would rather wait until everything is back to normal in his head before attempting to socialize. Maybe he could find Isabella...but she has been so distant lately. Not that he blamed her for it, he avoided her just as much, if not more. Its probably all his fault that they haven't spoken in weeks.
So he waits, lets all those awful thoughts trickle through his mind, until finally he can will himself away from them. He stands on weary feet and moves towards the bathroom of the home he has chosen, a slightly smaller one than the rest on the block. Whether because it had never been completed or because it was meant to be that way he didn't know. But the smaller rooms comforted him in a way that larger rooms made him nervous.
In the bathroom he glanced in the mirror, running a hand through his shaggy hair a few times to try and tame it. Eventually giving up on that too he quickly goes about getting ready for the day. Once finished he grabs his backpack - he never lets it out of his sight anymore, not sense he almost lost it a while back - and heads outside to greet the day.
Feeling better once the air hits him he decides to take a seat beside a tall, willowy tree beside the home he decided to claim for the moment. He watches then, just for a little while, and partially focuses on a journal in his lap. His hand lingering over the page but never making a mark on it. Its been a long time since he knew what to write in it. Once he would have written stories, or feelings, anything to get his mind turning but now he had no stories left to tell.
"Screw it," He mumbles to himself, deciding at last that waiting around wouldn't do him any good. He needed to get out of this funk before it drove him crazy. Even though he knew that she would probably send him away he decided to pay a visit to Isabella.
Aidan only lingers for a few minutes in the doorway, listening for any noise to tell him that she is awake. He wouldn't really want to freak her out by sneaking in while shes asleep or anything. He wasn't that much of an idiot. When he heard a strange sound, muffled through the walls he decided it was now or never. And Never was not an option. He reached the bathroom door in an instant.
But what would he say?
Hey, why have you been avoiding me?
Yeah, that was likely to go down real well. He hesitated, feeling foolish for even seeking her out. If she wanted to talk she would have done so already, it wasn't in his place to make her talk. So he turned on his heels and walked away, left the house and returned to the front lawn of his own. He didn't know what he meant to accomplish.
Might as well see whats going on with the others... He decides, heading over there would at least make him feel better.
Once there he let himself in. He scans the faces, Lucy, Lestat, PJ, and...Devon. He hasn't seen Devon in a while. "Hows it goin?" He asks, smiling as usual. Hide it all away and it won't exist.