"Did you leave anything to the imagination when you picked these out? Shit."
"Ah, don't be such a prude," Aidan rolled his amber eyes. "I didn't even pick them out. I'm not really good at shopping for girls, thank the hot store clerk." He idly fiddled his thumbs, leaning against the wall as he patiently awaited the big reveal. It wasn't until Avery poked her head out and stated that her refusal to show herself in front of the crowd of shoppers. Aidan raised a brow in question, Seriously? She's that self-conscious? Ironic, coming from him. But he bit the bullet and complied silently.
Closing the door behind him, Aidan slowly turned his gaze to her. He stopped dead in his tracks, lips ajar. His eyes roamed her form, taking in the plethora of scars that adorned her skin. He was fully aware that she was probably feeling insecure about it all...he knew the feeling all too well. Aidan placed a hand on her shoulder, "it looks good on you," he beamed. He wasn't lying. Despite the scars, Aidan just so happen to be an admirer of physical flaws. He thought she looked beautiful. "Is this why you didn't want people to see you?" He chuckled, "That's a relief. I thought you had a hairy mole that resembled a second head or something."
He turned his back to her, pulling up the back of his shirt, revealing the marks of the previous family that thought it would be fun to use him as a punching bag. He laughed nervously, "The perks of having a drunken dickhead as a foster parent, I guess." He frowned a bit, "You're the first person I've ever shown them to...feel honored, Avy." He tried to sound lighthearted as he pulled his shirt back down and face. His cheeks were turning pink as he tried in vain not to look so embarrassed. He shrugged before scratching the back of his head.
"Guess we've found something in common. We're both messes."