He leaned in as Caleb began his story. It was strange to know about how Caleb entered the world of magic, and at such a young age too. Ambrose never really had the luxury of such daydreams for most of his childhood. And for a split second Ambrose felt a twinge of jealously. "Oh, wow..." He murmured before taking another gulp of the vodka. "You most be really good at magic if you've studied under the headmaster..." Ambrose wondered why the headmaster took such an interest in Caleb, but his attention snapped back to Caleb once he moved onto answering the next question.

Ambrose nodded along as Caleb began his story, but his eyes widened once Caleb paused suddenly and struggled with continuing on. "Listen, you don't have to..." Ambrose's voice trailed off as Caleb picked it back up. He sat in stunned silence as Caleb's voice rose with pain and anger, as if reliving the memories right before him. "Jesus, I'm sorry..." Ambrose managed out once Caleb had finished. He took another gulp as he sat there awkwardly, "No one should go through that kind of heartbreak." 

His shoulder's relaxed once Caleb calmed down, changing the subject onto him. "Er, I don't think you need to watch out for anyone from my past. I'm... I let left them behind a long time ago."  He swallowed thickly and closed his eyes briefly. "And no. no one has claimed my heart." He responded as he reopened his gaze upon Caleb. Ambrose maintained eye contact before breaking it suddenly, focusing on the bottle. It was now half full, which explained why Ambrose could barely focus on much of anything. But at least it dulled the sorrow and horror that surrounded the two of them. "I-I mean, I don't think that kind of thing is ever gonna happen for me. It's never worked out. People are just too cruel."