She blushed slightly, hanging her head down. "Have you been watching this?" he asked curiously. "Yes," she whispered, unsure of where the conversation was heading. Aidan was silent for a moment, before saying, "Without me?" She looked at him, shocked, and he smiled. "Hey, just because I'm in it doesn't mean I won't watch it," he said, turning to hit play on the remote. They smiled at each other as the third episode of series two began to play.
Half an hour in, they had reached a pivotal point in the episode. Mitchell had gone into the old funeral parlour to force the vampires to stop feeding. The tension was incredible. The vampires were mocking Mitchell, refusing to listen to him. "Do you people have any FUCKING idea who I am?" he yelled, and Amber shivered. Damn it, he was such a good actor. Beside her, she heard Aidan chuckle. Was he laughing at her or at himself? It didn't matter; the show was still playing, and she focused back in. "My name is John Mitchell, and I've killed more people than you've met!" Amber gasped, and this time she knew that Aidan was laughing at her. "What?" she asked, turning and staring at him. "It's so funny to me. Like, that's me. Right there," he said, pointing at the screen, "I was there, I lived that, and now we're sitting here talking about it." They were both quiet, pondering the thought. "That was the Aidan I fell in love with," she whispered quietly. Was she in love with the Aidan sitting next to her now?
