2019-07-01 - Oops.

Late afternoon is getting on toward dinner, and toward that end, Aidan has decided to try to cook something. Properly cook something, not just take something out of the packet and follow the directions written on the latter. He's... more or less pulled it off, and looks fairly pleased by the result as he pulls the pan out of the oven and sets it down on the stove, giving it an experimental poke he immediately kind of wishes he hadn't. It's hot, duh. Also kind of crispier around the edges and across the top of some of the taller bits and pieces that stuck up than he intended, but it's only a little burnt and looks and smells like Actual Food. It's even recognizable as a frittata! His phone's lying on the counter, both giving him recipe instructions -- well, it was anyway -- and playing music, currently 'Somebody Told Me'.

It is into this little vision of domestic bliss that a knock is made, disrupting the entire calmness. It's not a very calm knock, but it's also not as excitable as some knocks could be. "Aidan?"

"It's open!" Aidan calls cheerfully, pulling the oven mitt off the hand that was in charge of Touching Hot Pans and dropping it onto the counter, then letting his general groovin' ease right on into actual dancing and dancing himself toward the door. Hey, he recognizes that voice. And accent. Which is why he's quite prepared, if she does open it and walk in, to try to grab and dance with her. She's getting both twirled and dip-smooched, if she doesn't do something about it!

With the announcement that it is open she lets herself in, only to get swept right up in that dancing. Baylee doesn't protest it, not even the twirl and the dip-smooch. When he's got her dipped, and starts that smooching, she lifts her hands up, sliding her fingers against his cheeks, then into his hair as she presses hard back into that kiss. It's got the sort of need that goes beyond the casual return kiss, though, like she's looking to prove something.

Aidan didn't expect quite that much enthusiasm in that kiss, but hey, no complaints! He straightens them back up, keeping her in closely, and forgets about continuing to dance for a while, even if the music's still being encouraging that way. One arm ends up wrapped around her waist, the other up along her back as his hand finds it way into the hair at the back of her head, where they stay as the kiss finally breaks and he touches his forehead to hers, smiling. "Hi. Long day?"

"Yes." Baylee replies, tilting her head a bit to rub her nose against his, eyes closing, "I just..." She pauses, then goes back to resting her forehead against his, "I just wanted to come home."

There might be a little more to that, but she doesn't elaborate on it at first, instead she curls her arms around his neck, pulling herself in just a little tighter against him, pressing in a little harder. Making sure that if he freaks out and sets her on fire then he's probably going to have to set himself on fire too. "I did something dumb."

Aidan's eyes close at the nose rub, and for that moment he just about radiates contentment. The remark about what she wanted makes him smile a little bit more, and gives her a good squeeze. Which makes it easier, really, to draw him in really nice and close there, and he certainly doesn't fight it any. In fact, the only thing he does against it at all is to draw his head back a little at those final words, enough so that when he opens his eyes he can actually focus when he uses them to search her face. "What'd you do?" he asks, head tilting, a light furrow in his brow. "And are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Baylee nods, lips pressing together for a moment, hands moving to rub lightly across his shoulders as she debates the exact phrasing for what her dumb thing was. Eventually she just ends with a sigh, "So, Easton texted me and asked if I wanted to come over, get high...evidently he was bummed about Bennie being busy. Only, he thought she was blowing him off after the night we all go together and shit...and I got really fucked up, and did a stupid thing, but I made him fix it with Bennie, and I fixed it with Bennie, so now I'm fixing it with you. And I need to dry out, but all I really want right now is to crawl into the bottom of a bottle and forget it all."

There's reactions; Aidan makes enough of an effort to stick to 'calm' that they're subtle, but the chances are she's paying pretty close attention. So what might be a surprise is that the hint of relief that greets her assurance she's okay is reprised after what seems like it might be more a moment of confusion, the latter when she's nonspecific about stupid things, and the former around the time she's talking about fixing things with people. What does slide a little tension back into him is that last sentence, and he tilts his head down to kiss her on the forehead, not letting go. "So I'm kinda gonna assume you're not calling Easton a stupid thing," is that a tiny bit of teasing? "but I'm more or less getting the impression the sentence might've still worked if you were, yeah? Just so I'm clear and all." He doesn't sound like he's about to set anything (or one) on fire, at least.

"Yeah, he's a stupid thing." Baylee replies with a nod, her eyes having settled on the front of his shirt, just beneath his throat, hands still rubbing at his shoulders, "I sort of planned to just go for the drugs, and then come home...but I skipped past just getting responsibly fucked up." There's a very faint droop in her shoulders, even though he doesn't seem like he's about to set her on fire and they both were very vocal about where they stood, and how things were okay. She still stands there like the guilty kid that broke the cookie jar when trying to steal just one cookie.

Aidan studies that reaction for a moment, and then the hand behind her head slides around toward the front, touching under her chin to tilt her head upward a bit, enough that he can give her another kiss. This one's much gentler, and lingers only a couple seconds. "I'm... maybe a little bit worried about the skipping past where you meant to stop part?" he says then, looking at her face again, "But I mean, otherwise... did you have fun?"

"I suppose so, yeah." Baylee replies with a shake of her head, tension easing out of her shoulders before she grins at him, "He's no you, though." Which might sound like she's saying it to buy favors and stroke his ego. But her tone says otherwise, that she means it, honestly means it. She slides her hand up to his jaw, thumb brushing against his cheek before she leans in to give him another kiss before she addresses the real elephant in the room. "I need to....maybe stay off the pills for a little bit."

It gets a laugh, and it's probably the tone that means it also gets a tiny duck of Aidan's head. "Good," he replies, which may well cover both parts of her reply, and meets the kiss, not yet showing any intention to let her go.

His expression's a fair bit more serious when she addresses the proximate pachyderm. A nod, and he lightly chews his lower lip a moment. "Is there something I can do to help? I mean, aside from I guess saying nah let's do something else if that whole evening thing comes up again."

"It won't be bad...drying out." Baylee is probably lying to both of them, honestly. But maybe it won't be too bad, since she hadn't had access to them for a whole lot of time this go around. "But yeah, being there for me?" She shrugs, starting to pull her arms back from around his neck so that she can tuck her hands into her pockets, but only long enough to pull out her pack of cigarettes and lighter. One gets pulled out before she offers him the pack, "Maybe no drinking for a few weeks, too. I mean...it's not the first time." Probably won't be the last.

"I can get rid of what I've got, if it'll help." A tilt of his head toward the relevant cupboard suggests Aidan means the current bottle of whiskey they haven't finished yet, and hasn't secretly got some pills stashed somewhere. Well.. none that'd get her high, anyway. There might be a couple beers in the fridge, too, but those'd be unlikely to get her very far.

He's a little reluctant to let her go, but does, and accepts the cigarettes when they're offered, claiming one before passing it back; while they're separated, he grabs a couple forks and sticks them into that pan. A touch of the handle informs him that yes, it's cooler, and yes, he will probably still regret it if he tries to grab it bare-handed, so instead he grabs the dishtowel to pick it up with, and claims her hand with his free one, starting to lead her toward the couch, with an explanatory but probably unnecessary, "I made dinner," around his as-yet unlit cigarette. Doesn't seem like an end to the conversation, just a relocation.

"It'll be fine." Baylee replies, her eyes shifting towards the cupboard for a moment before she follows him towards the couch, stopping long enough to light the cigarette before she drops down onto it. The heel of her hand digs into her temple for a moment, then she leans herself in towards him, resting her head against his shoulder, "Just going to find some shit to focus on, keep my head clear."

There's a careful drag taken from the cigarette, her other hand moving to slide against his leg, resting there before she glances towards the dinner in question, "Looks wonderful...you made this?"

Aidan steals the lighter from her once he's set the pan on the coffee table and taken a seat -- and dragged the ashtray over toward them, as well. Then he gets around to lighting up, tucking the lighter back into her pocket as he leans in against her. And the grin at that last comment is downright delighted. "Yup! It's supposed to be a frittata. Which I guess is kind of a baked omelette?" He's learning things, apparently. "I think it came out better than I expected. Though, I mean. I didn't taste it yet." This could make a difference.

He takes a drag on the cigarette, going a little more thoughtful again, and sliding an arm around Baylee despite the fact that this doesn't really leave him one to eat with right now. It can wait just a little longer, perhaps. And there's a sense like he might have more to say or ask about the attempt to dry out, but if so, either he can't think how to phrase it, or he decides it'd qualify as making her think about it too much. A different elephant strolls through instead. "So... when we talked about things. It being okay if we ended up messing around with other people, and all? Kinda realised we didn't cover at least one thing we should've. Which is, do we wanna know about it? And if so how much do we wanna know?" He glances at her sidelong. "I think... probably I'm happier knowing? But I probably don't need, y'know, a detailed description." A pause, considering. "Well, unless I randomly decide I really wanna know and ask, I guess. But, yeah."

"Why, you messed around with someone?"

Elephants evidently can throw stones. At least for five seconds. There might be a little bit of side-eye, then she remembers that glass house that she's currently living in, and she shrugs her shoulders, "I hadn't really thought about it." The ashes from her cigarette are flicked into the ashtray, idly rolling the cherry carefully around until she has it in a very neat little curved half-circle. "Alright, knowing about it. I guess I seemed to end up there anyways, since.."

Since that one elephant strolled through. But not the one that was first chilling in the room, or maybe it was? Too many damn elephants to keep track of. "If it happens again sometime, I'll tell you. I feel weirdly shitty about it this time."

A pause, in which Aidan tilts his head in the direction away from her, the focus of his eyes following suit. "...mighta." So 'yes,' then. Doesn't actually seem like he intends it to be taken as anything but; it just goes better with the faintly sheepish air. His head rolls to look at her again, "But I didn't know whether or not you wanted to know. And I kinda couldn't figure out how to ask, when I was thinking about it. Sorry." It's a pretty simple apology, probably only for the 'not figuring out what and whether to say sooner' aspect, but a sincere one.

The hand of the arm around her shifts, sliding upward to stroke a bit of her hair. "Friend I made. Her name's Lex, she does tattoos. We got chased by a horde of menacing ducks." So, clearly inevitable. Good thing Alexander left earlier. "And, I mean... I'm not gonna tell you how to feel, but... I really am okay with it. The Easton part anyway." He already said which bit worried him. "And you're right here, with me, and not going anywhere... right?" Maybe he better check. He did see the side-eye. "So. You know." A half-smile, a fair bit smaller than his usual. "Welcome home?"

People in glass houses, right? Baylee lifts her head up from his shoulder, tapping a few more ashes off her cigarette before she gets to her feet, "Oh." The expression on her face is confused, but she doesn't look like she's angry. Just confused.

On her feet she stands there for a moment, lifting the cigarette up to tuck it into her mouth before she finally starts to move. Probably for his peace of mind she's not heading for the door, but that peace of mind might not last very long when she heads for the cabinet with the unfinished bottle of whiskey in it. That bottle gets drug down, and then a glass before she proceeds to fill the glass, the movements are like auto pilot. She doesn't seem to be conciously aware that she's doing it, "Yeah, okay. Anyways, I wasn't going to do it again."

Aidan catches his bottom lip with his teeth again when she starts pulling away. Okay. ...yeah. Problem. He watches for a beat before he sets the cigarette down in the ashtray and follows her.

Whatever he had in mind -- if it was anything more than following her to begin with -- likely changes when he sees where she goes, and what she begins doing. The trajectory toward her doesn't change, but when he gets there, he puts one hand over top the glass she's just filled, and his other hand very gently, but determinedly, moves to try to take the bottle away from her. "So..." he says quietly, "I guess I fucked that one up, huh? Don't drink, okay? Talk. I still like you better than anyone. I'm happy every morning I wake up and you're here. I don't... I kinda... want you around a long time? And I don't wanna hurt you." He looks at the alcohol, whether she's entirely relinquished it or not. "I don't want anything to hurt you."

Danger. Danger, Will Robinson. Danger.

There really isn't that much danger, except maybe to her ability to consume the alcohol that she just poured into the glass. She tries to keep that bottle from him when he starts to take if away, and an actual frown appears on her face, but she's still wanting to make things happen, like getting sober enough to not do stupid shit. So that bottle is released to him, and her focus swims back to the words that he's saying, "Fucked up?" It's confused, like she's forgotten the conversation already.

But only briefly, because she shakes her head, newly freed hands lifting up to his face, sliding her fingers against his jaw and cheeks before she leans in towards him to press a kiss against his mouth. It's not a quick press of the mouth, either, instead it is a deep, fierce kiss, one that lingers almost as long as he'll let it.

It's danger Aidan's either oblivious to or willing to risk, and the care with which he claims that bottle suggests perhaps it's more the latter. And whether it's that or the simple fact that she does give it up, there's definitely some relief around there. There's no time for any that might've met the shake of the head, really, because then she's kissing him. Like that. It surprises him into stillness for a heartbeat, and then he's kissing her back, falling right into it.

He'll let it linger a pretty long time, and after a bit, starts being less than happy about the fact that his hands are occupied. They're close enough to the sink he can quietly set the glass down in it -- on its side, letting the whiskey run out -- and to the cupboard that he could open it back up. But the lid's off, and he can't reach it while Baylee's in between them. And that's the moment some part of him decides he should try that telekinesis trick.

At first, it seems to work. He can feel where that lid is; he can sense it settling into place, sealing itself, and he lets go of the bottle, reaching to open the cupboard door. The bottle rises, moving toward the top shelf.

And then it explodes. On both sides of the Veil; a bright Glimmery beacon on the far side and a raining mess of shattered glass and whiskey on the near. Aidan's eyes are closed and that's probably a good thing, because a good bit of it ends up on him, a shard sharply cutting his cheek, another his arm, and others falling into his now-wettened hair. There's a yelp muffled into the swiftly-breaking kiss, his whole body going tense as he draws back to look first fleetingly where the explosion occurred, and then at Baylee, hand over the bleeding wound on his face as he checks how she's come out of it. "You okay?" he asks, shaken.

There would be some honest protest to the fate of the whiskey that just got poured down the sink if she noticed it, but Baylee is pretty well focused on that kiss. So much that she doesn't notice what he's up to with the bottle, or the cabinet, until it explodes.

Broken glass is everywhere, and she's got the cuts to prove that he wasn't the only one to get hit in this mess. It's two whole seconds before she fully registers that the bottle just exploded, in the air, and she does what she thinks is the rational thing. Things don't just explode right? After everything else they've been through her mind goes first towards an attack and she drops to a crouch, hands grabbing his shirt to drag him down with her, "Get down..."

You know. In case that random bullet or whatever has a twin. Because surely that's the cause for all this, and not anything else.

"Shit, shit, shit," Aidan murmurs as he looks her over, and he goes with her when she pulls him down into the crouch, but he's busy focusing on where he can see she's hurt, and where the shards are clinging to her. "Fuck. It's okay, it's-- I'm pretty sure that-- I think that was me. Sorry, I was-- that's not what I meant to do." He's together enough to do that crouching carefully, and to be quick but gentle as he starts picking the glass shards from her hair and clothes. Even enough to think to reach up and drop them into the sink where he can deal with them more easily later. He does not touch any cuts he finds directly, though his fingers do brush the skin just below one. "We should... shower, probably, in case there's tiny bits on us. Wash the clothes. Fuck. I'm sorry, Bay." Cleaning the kitchen is somewhere farther down the priority list.

"What?" Baylee stares at him, confused for a moment before it all clicks into place, "Oh...shit, Aidan." She shakes her head, laughing now that she realizes this wasn't some crazed gunman shooting at them for some weird reason, and just some other kind of weird accident. "It's fine. Well, no, it's not fine, but it is fine." Which probably makes heaps of sense. She then leans in to give him a quick kiss before straightening back up, glancing around at the mess, both of the kitchen, and them before she nods, "Probably not a bad idea to hop in the shower."

Aidan continues to look decidedly embarrassed, though at least there's some more amusement in it after she laughs. "I mean, I guess the good news is yeah, I can kinda do some of the telekinesis stuff...?" It does not sound as though he's planning to try it again in the near future, nonetheless. He straightens up as well, and checks his hand quickly for stray glass before he offers it to her. "I'll... clean this up after," he says, glancing around at the shards on the counters, stove, sink, floor. And the whiskey spatters, which don't even have the same 'horizonalish surface' restriction for where they've ended up. Yeah. Definitely... later. He leads toward the bathroom, walking carefully to try not to track broken glass. Just a good thing they're not barefoot, right?

It is probably a very, very good thing they're not barefoot, because adding blood on the floor to the rest of the mess would be annoying. Once inside the bathroom she stops just inside the door, toes pushing at the backs of her shoes to carefully remove them. There might be glass in them, but getting undressed is going to have to happen if they are going to get into the shower, "When'd you figure out that you could do that?"

"Uh... just then," Aidan admits, "I wanted my hand back and I suddenly remembered us talking about trying that kind of thing the other night, and I kinda thought, what's the worst that could happen?" A pause. "I need to not think that. And maybe I should've started out with trying the pants thing." He squeezes her hand, gently, as though still not entirely confident there won't be more glass there.

For a moment, he studies the bath, then the floor, their feet, and up along Baylee until he reaches her hair. "I just realised when we wash the glass off, it's gonna be in the bottom of the tub. Maybe it'll just go down the drain." Surely great for the plumbing, that. "Oh! You could wear-- no, my flip-flops are in the bedroom." With, you know, the air mattress. "I guess just stand real still?" He lets her go so she can continue disrobing, and starts to do the same. But he's trying for shirts before shoes.

There is a lot more caution that he's taking than her. She doesn't even think about being any more careful than just not ripping her clothes off, "I'm sure it'll be fine." It's the assurance of someone that is probably going to wish they'd never said it in the end, but it's out there, in the world now. As soon as her clothes are off and into a little pile she takes a step towards the shower, turning it on so that the water has a chance to warm up. "That's really cool though, Aidan. That you can do it...maybe with practice you'll be able to do the pants thing."

Look, when a guy manages to make his girlfriend bleed within a minute or three of saying how he doesn't want anything to hurt her, he gets a little more cautious than he was feeling half an hour ago. An Aidan does, at any rate. And he succeeds in adding neither showers of glass shards nor of blood to the room as he peels things off and drops them into the sink!

"I dunno," he says, glancing over at the pants she's working on ceasing to wear, "what if I made them explode, too? I didn't even know that was a possibility. And I like everything you keep in your pants how it is." It's only half a joke. The boots come off eventually as well; they have to. And then he's gingerly braving the tub and its not-yet-warmed water as he starts up the shower itself.

The mention of him making her pants explode causes her to pause, and Baylee looks up at him, expression torn between humor and seriousness, because there are a number of potential jokes that might come out of this. Seriousness wins, though, because after the last of her clothes are off and in the pile she moves carefully over towards him, "I didn't explode anything...it's just fine tuning."

Like she's some kind of secret expert. "You wouldn't blow up my pants, not that way." She waits a second, checking the water even though he just moved himself into it without worry. But then she climbs in behind him, arms wrapping around his waist, a kiss behind pressed against his shoulder, "Maybe just try again when you're not distracted?"

Aidan winces when the water first hits the places he's actually cut, but there's no point trying to deal with them before the shower. "I dunno," he says again, "I mean, I'm obviously really good at accidentally blowing shit up sometimes. Can we take that risk?" The last bit's at least made it to entirely a joke, though the sentence before it's just more wry.

He wraps his arms across hers when they wrap around him, and closes his eyes, a deep silent breath emerging as a soft sigh and taking at least some of the tension with it when the kiss arrives. His head drops lightly forward, which he only then realises might not be ideal, if he doesn't want to risk any glass shards rolling down his face on the way out of his hair. Oh well, too late now. He unwraps one arm to gingerly move his hair around to help the bits fall out, and keeps his eyes closed, though his mouth does open to allow, "I was really distracted." A tiny pause. "Do you... I could fix where it cut you?"

"A few cuts aren't anything to worry about, Aidan." Baylee assures him before she turns her head, pressing a kiss against his neck, then she leans back from him when he starts to work his fingers through his hair.

While he occupies himself with that she starts to check him for any glass that might be stuck, or any cuts that might be a little worse than others. Of course, she's very hands on with her exploration, which might border on not being strictly for the sole purpose of checking for glass. "We can take the risk."

Aidan cannot actually heartbubble, but if he could, he probably would. Even in the midst of trying to deglass himself. "...I was meaning to just make sure the water was okay and put you in it first," he says, a little sheepish again, though of his missteps today, it barely makes it on the board. "I think the only thing I'm doing any good with today's that frittata. And I mean, we didn't even eat that yet. I might've put sugar in instead of salt or something." Though after a beat of considering he adds, "Though I guess that might not be that bad, anyway. Eggs're pretty okay sweet." Maybe less so the bacon bits and bits of veggie. But maybe not. There's a slightly longer pause before he ventures, "...you sure you're okay?" Maybe just cut-wise. Maybe not.

"We can do this together. Make sure nothing gets missed." Baylee points out as she finishes with her glass searching, at least on his body, then she reaches up to start checking into the state of his hair. She's quiet for a little while, then she drops her hands, "Aidan...I'm the one that turned up here to apologize for fucking up..." She slides a hand against his back, then to his shoulder, "You didn't fuck up and more than I did."

Except where he didn't tell her and she told him. But they never talked about that!

They did not! At least now they're ahead on that? Aidan risks running his hands through his hair, and finds only one missed piece. And it only barely pricks the finger that finds it, so overall, success! He glances down at the floor of the bath, and turns around carefully, hands finding Baylee's hips and moving her back a step so he can follow, moving mostly out of the spray.

"Think we forgot anything else?" he asks, maybe not quite as obviously careful as the movements, but definitely a little tentative. She doesn't actually get much chance to answer before he leans to try to steal a kiss, brief and gentle, but there's plenty of time when he's glancing over his shoulder trying to judge whether all the fallen glass bits have been washed down the drain.

"I didn't even realize we missed that." Baylee points out with a shake of her head, forgetting the fact that she might be knocking glass out of her hair with the gesture. She reaches her hands up, to his face, sliding her fingers against his face, then down to his neck before she leans in to press another kiss against his lips before it's broken, "What else could we figure out? We've established like....you're home." Which is an important part. "And you want to know, and I guess I do. I didn't figure I did, but it bugs me I didn't know."

"...well, me neither," Aidan says, and man is mildly sheepish getting a workout today. "I should've, though. I guess if you didn't figure you did... it would've ended up pretty much the same. But... still." He takes a moment to think about it, gaze roaming over her face and fingers distractedly sliding up along her sides. Good thing that area was probably pretty safe from the shrapnel? "They should know I exist," he decides, "...first, ideally?" Not a problem in the Easton situation, at least!

Another quick glance behind him, and he decides it looks safe enough now; his hands settle at her hips again to turn the pair of them around so she's closer to the water, back to the fixtures. Better for rinsing hair not into her face. He succeeds in finding a shard that perhaps fled the headshake, though, with a stifled squeak and rather less stifled wince before he lets go of her long enough to set one hand against the wall and use the other to pick the offending bit out of his lifted foot.

There are areas that are safe, but evidently the floor of the tub is not a safe area, and she glances towards him and his foot when he has to go and dig the glass out of his foot. "Already did that." Easton, obviously knew before hand.

There is a hand that reaches out towards him, trying to help by steadying him when he has to pick the glass out of his foot. She waits a moment, then shakes her head, before she tilts her head back under the water that is falling from the shower head, her hands lifting up to start trying to clear any glass from it that might still be hidden in the strands. "What about bring them back here?" She doesn't quite go so far as to say our bed. Since, reality is, it's his bed.

Aidan at least isn't hurt so badly he doesn't go ahead and step closer again once he's set the bit of glass aside. And it only leaves a little smear of blood. If you're going to bleed, though, best place for it, right? He reaches to lightly catch her hands, drawing them down to try to take over. He can see where the bits might be better! And also kinda just wants to do it. But it's totally rational anyway.

He thinks about the question for a moment. "So... kinda historically? When I have a place I have this tendency to let whoever needs it crash there." He glances to see whether that's getting him any kind of askance look; chances are he's gotten them for it before, since he adds, "Hasn't bitten me yet. So, I mean... just straight up literally bringin' someone back here, that's maybe gonna happen. But, like, for this... you'd rather I didn't?" Important to be clear on these things. And also, perhaps, with one hand dropping lower to brush fingers down her cheek, on "Just... just so you know. I'm not going out looking or anything."

He probably does have a lot better chance of seeing the glass without getting it stuck in his fingertips, or under his nails. She would probably have that happen, considering. Which makes it easy to draw her hands down, and she settles them against his side, her thumbs sliding against his ribs, then down towards his hips, leaving any movement to just her hands. Easier to not accidentally get any stray glass anywhere, right?

"I don't...know." Baylee is nothing if not honest at the moment, even if that honesty isn't actually that helpful. "I guess I can't really...ask you to not do that, since Jay sleeps on my couch." Glass houses, right? Even if most of her time is spent here, there is that elephant in the room. "Shit, Aidan...I don't know, I'm pretty crappy at this."

Which is something they'd established. It hasn't gotten any better. She settles her hands on his hips, thumb brushing across a hip bone, "I'm not either...Looking, I mean."

Aidan's turn for both hands finding a face, though his find her jaw and keep it while he kisses her again. And then go back to picking bits of glass out of her hair. It's super-romantic. So. About par for the course. "I think we kinda established we both are. But, trying, right? I guess we just gotta... ask stuff if we think of it? Say if something bugs us."

He grins suddenly. "I'd say maybe I should just tell people they can crash at your place, except you've actually got shit it'd suck if someone stole. Also eventually I still gotta meet that guy. You're definitely sure he exists, right?"

"Pretty sure that he's real...unless I paid someone elses bail and he's just a figment of my imagination." Which is possible, honestly. But she does seem to consider the rest of it, nodding, though, "Shoes are replacable, really. Even if I act attached to them..."

She probably is pretty attached to them, though. She leans in, sliding her arms around his neck before she presses her forehead against his, "We're trying, yeah, that's the important part. It's the hard part..." A very faintly amused smile twists her lips up, "It'd be easier to not care, but..." She shrugs, "Too late."

"Your shoes are pretty cool, though," Aidan says, "...I should try and find more interesting shoes, but most dude-shoes I run into are just kinda boring or ugly or both." And his feet aren't really a suitable size to wear the women's ones. Chances he'd break an ankle if there was much heel are non-negligible anyway.

There are more important matters, though, and arms around him are a decent way to remind him where to focus. He slides his around her waist, and tilts his forehead in against hers, closing his eyes against the falling water. "Too late," he agrees, with his own small smile, and his lids lift to peek at her. "That's the easy part."

"What?" Baylee wonders, her brows furrowing a bit, one corner of her mouth curling upwards before she leans in to press another kiss against his mouth. That is the easy part, at least. Kissing him. And then after kissing him comes more touching, her hands sliding against damp skin before she reaches behind her to try and turn the water off.

One, there's no reason to keep it on if the only purpose was to get the glass out of everyone's hair. Two....well, no two. Because all she does is try to get the water off before breaking the kiss, mouth starting to trail down his neck, then his chest.

"Caring," Aidan replies, a corner of his lips curling upward in unconscious mirroring. "Don't even have to try." And, okay, kissing can be the easy part as well, though not so much he's going to quit trying. He likes trying. Getting distracted into getting kinda handsy as well, that's an easy part too. Really the only at all difficult part here is attempting to help turn the water off when he can reach the controls around her, but not actually see them. For some surely inexplicable reason he doesn't try handling that the spooky way again just now.

A hand running though her hair after that kiss breaks, that's back to easy. Following when she takes his hand and starts them toward the bedroom, okay, a little trickier than usual. But everything else once they get there? That's definitely an easy part.

Eventually they might even eat that frittata.