Aiden turns slowly, pinning him with an arctic glare. “Yes, Viggo. Still. It’s called being a work in progress. A mere mortal. One day, when you fall from your idyllic cloud in the sky and hit earth, you’re going to learn that loving someone is a lot more than reading romance novels and being emotionally intelligent. And frankly, I’m going to bring my beer and soak up every goddamn minute.”
