( He couldn't imagine his life without Aiden. He doesn't know what he would do had Dahlia killed him. Or, why she would have. Why, Aiden? No, he knows the answer. It all goes back to Klaus. It always go back to Klaus. His hand finds his husband's as he explains, wanting him to feel physical support with his admission. )
That's why you left that night. Why you couldn't sleep. Why you've had trouble sleeping. These other memories. ( To Davina ) How could that Dahlia - which wasn't Dahlia - even be able to do that.
["I ... I'm not sure." She pushes up on her knees next to Aiden, gently reaching for his head. "Can I...?"
Aiden nods, giving Josh's hand a squeeze, because he's sure he's fine. Memories are just memories and it doesn't matter when Josh is here, alive, next to him. This life is real and he's choosing to keep it.
Davina close her eyes, focusing her magic and trying to see what she can find (16). She can't pinpoint what exactly is going on. She can't sense any lingering spells, but she knows Aiden. Knows how he feels, magically speaking. She won't deny that now he feels ... different.
Aiden watches her face as she pulls back with frown.]
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That's why you left that night. Why you couldn't sleep. Why you've had trouble sleeping. These other memories. ( To Davina ) How could that Dahlia - which wasn't Dahlia - even be able to do that.
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Aiden nods, giving Josh's hand a squeeze, because he's sure he's fine. Memories are just memories and it doesn't matter when Josh is here, alive, next to him. This life is real and he's choosing to keep it.
Davina close her eyes, focusing her magic and trying to see what she can find (16). She can't pinpoint what exactly is going on. She can't sense any lingering spells, but she knows Aiden. Knows how he feels, magically speaking. She won't deny that now he feels ... different.
Aiden watches her face as she pulls back with frown.]
What? What is it?
["You feel ... different?"]
Different good or different bad?
["I ... I don't know."]