[ He backs off slightly, both anxious and uncertain, and when he crosses him arms again it's definitely a nervous gesture. ]

I'm glad. I mean, that you didn't get hurt - you got lucky. [ And he doesn't say this to talk badly of Aidan; despite everything that's happened here, he knows he's trying. But it's true. People don't usually get lucky when Aidan makes a mistake. There's something else creeping in, now, even if the concern is still at the forefront. Less open, more guarded; because how much does she know, exactly? ]

I'm keeping an eye on him. [ There's a pause, because obviously this requires some explanation after he blatantly wasn't keeping an eye on him. ] There was a - we had a fight, things obviously got out of hand, I wasn't... around, there to help him keep on track. But I can see that was a monumentally stupid idea, and I swear to you it won't happen again.