Once Casey had managed to stop crying, she cleaned up while Aaron put the knife away.
"You sure you feel alright walking around?" he asked her for the fifth time. She nodded, tired of being coddled. "Alright, where do you wanna start?" She gave him a confused glance.
"You're the one giving the tour, aren't you supposed to have a schedule?" He shook his head.
"I told you, Casey, I haven't changed a bit." He smirked to himself like he'd said something that had offended her. She nodded her head.
"Well, if that's the case, I'm just gonna hang out here." she informed him, making her way towards her room.
"And what about me?" Aaron inquired, taking a few steps to show her that he was following. Casey tensed, remembering that night.
"What about you?" she questioned sarcastically, coldly. She made it obvious to him that she had no wish to speak with him, much less hang out with him. He seemed to be unaffected by her tone of voice.
"What do you want me to do?" Casey turned to face him, making him stop abruptly.
"Go home." His composure broke for a moment, as though he'd thought that she was going to invite him into her room instead of the reply she'd given.
"Go home?" he repeated, the words seeming foreign on his tongue. They stood there standing in the hallway for a moment, just staring at each other.
"Yeah, you heard me," Casey stated. "Go home. You got what you came here for, now go." Aaron shook his head, a smirk reappearing across his face. He could see Casey's face becoming frustrated. She'd be snapping at him soon.
"And what did I come here for, Casey?" he asked seductively, taking a step towards her. She took a step back, placing herself in her bedroom doorframe.
"To find out why I came to New York," She was saying it more for her own self assurance more than she believe it. "And you know now, so leave." He shook his head again, taking another step towards her. She took another step backward.
"No, Casey, I came here for you." Her eyes widened. As soon as he saw her reaction, he burst out laughing. "Come on, Casey, that was years ago. Let it go, geez." Casey didn't look amused. "Besides, I told you, I've got other fish in the sea who actually want to be with me." Casey put her hands upon his chest and began pushing him out of her room.
"Good, then go bother them." she suggested, forcing Aaron back into the living room.
"Well, I would," he assured her. "But I've still got questions that need answering." He took a seat on the couch, patting the cushion next to him. Casey reluctantly took a seat. "That, and the girl I'm involved with right now is busy."
"Involved with? Is that what you call it?" Casey questioned. Aaron let out a sigh as though it were trouble to explain it.
"Involved with. Like you like the person, but you're not dating them. You're not solely attached to them. Sort of gives you the right to play the field if you want to, but there's one girl who's a little bit more special." Casey nodded in understanding.
"So pretty much, you're a dog who can't take commitment." Casey stated. "I feel really bad for the girl who's "involved" with you." She said it sarcastically, but Casey really meant it. She did feel bad for any girl who cared about Aaron. He'd break her heart, and convince her to let down her guard for his five minutes of pleasure. Well, more than that now, she supposed.
"Pretty much," he agreed. "A bit more of a dog now, though." Casey scoffed.
"You've been a dog since me," she informed him.
"Well, you were my first dog experience. I'll give you that." he admitted, playfully tapping her toes with his.
"I don't want it." she insisted, pulling herself farther away. "I'm not a dog person." She then got up, making her way towards the kitchen.
"Obviously," Aaron replied sarcastically, going to the kitchen to look for something to eat.