"yeah dude, you kind of did. breaking and entering? that's criminal activity, which again, i didn't commit since i have a key...that you gave me." he remains on the other side of the door, wondering if his friend would let him in. it was unlike taylor to act this way. if there were problems in their friendship, it was usually caused by aiden. but this...he didn't know what this was. something had happened, something bad enough that he had chase telling him that he was dead. not that it had been really believable, though. it was like he was incapable of telling a good lie.
"you've told me to go away plenty of times and you've never meant it. why would i start believing it now?" maybe he should have, but he wasn't letting taylor escape that easy. "you want to tell me why i shouldn't be here, or are you going to keep beating around the bush? send chase to do your dirty work? c'mon, bud. that's not how this works. if i did something or said something..." aiden sighs. "then i need to know so i can fix it."
when he claims to have just been sick and puking his guts out, a wave of relief washes through him. so it wasn't his fault. "that's really all this is? you could have just told me. i would have like, doordashed you some shit to help you. kept my distance until you were feeling better. but little too late for that now, huh? if i'm gonna get sick, i'm gonna get sick." probably not the answer taylor was looking for, but whatever. "let me in, t. i can help."
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