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After the day he’d had, Aaron thought that he was entitled to a few drinks. It was the middle of the work week, sure, but he hadn’t begun the week expecting to run into his sister who he hadn’t seen in twenty years. He was still recovering from the stress of it. The simple thing would have been to have a drink with Rohan, complain for an hour, and then go home so that he would still be in proper working condition for tomorrow. Simple had never been his style though.
Instead, he’d invited Shea over. They’d had an easy kind of friendship — the kind without expectations or disappointments — and Aaron enjoyed having her around. Aaron had strict rules about who he invited into his home. It was his sanctuary, where he retreated to regroup after each day. It was not a place where he brought one night stands or acquaintances, but the few friends he’d made during his time in Westwick were something of a ragtag sort of family to him, even if the majority of them didn’t know the truth of his past.
He’d already poured himself his second drink when the doorbell rang. Peeling himself off the couch, Aaron opened the door, threw a quick “thanks for coming” over his shoulder and unceremoniously turned to resettle himself on the couch, bring his glass to his lips. “Drinks are over there. Take anything you want. There’s probably food in the fridge if you’re hungry or I can just order something. Hope I didn’t disrupt you from something important.”