Aiden’s ears picked up Harper’s hushed tone, but it’s the harsh words that bring him to lift his eyes in an attempt to meet hers. He had looked away from fear; he was afraid that Harper would express her pure frustration and anger with him, just like she always used to before this happened. It wasn’t hard to get Harper to snap, and Aiden knew that his unveiled secret had to have made her very, very upset. In the end, all he had wished for was some acceptance, something that his newly-renamed mother hadn’t ever shown to the young werewolf. Even now, Aiden felt vile and disgusting because of what he was, just because Harper ran away from the kind of person he really, truly was. Now he had expected Harper to be angry, maybe yell a bit, but instead she seemed calm and at least more composed than usual.
Harper’s little monologue brings a smile to Aiden’s face. She’s never seemed so adamant — or determined — about something since they’ve met. The fact that she wants to change her view on supernaturals makes it all the better for Aiden and the werewolves he knew that hung out with her regularly.
Before saying anything at all, Aiden lets the usually quiet brunette finish. The question at the end of her speech sends Aiden over the cliff of “elated” and makes his grin widen.
“Of course. I’d love to be friends again,” he chuckles a bit, happy that Harper wants to at least be together somehow. Plus, she wants to “take it from there,” meaning she still has those feelings that he can also feel making his heart pound when he’s just sitting across a table from her. Granted, he’s taken one step backwards after his secret being revealed, but friends is better than nothing. Aiden quickly makes a mental note to thank Camille for giving Harper some insight on their kind. He never would have expected the new pack member to be of such help to his personal life. “I missed ya,” he throws in quietly, catching the twang in his voice that he’s learned from a certain Southern teleporter.
“And ya know, Harps,” he begins, scratching the back of his head and then looking back at her happily, this time eye to eye, “you’re the most special person I know. Just because I’m…well,” Aiden stumbles on his word choice just in case the wound is still fresh for Harper, “…what I am, doesn’t mean I’m special. Odd, sure. Freaky, yes. But special? Nah.” With a shrug, Aiden throws off the definition he’s made for himself and instead decides to focus on the sparkle he swears he can see in the brunette’s eyes.
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