Caleb was surprised when he felt a hand grip his collar and pull him, causing him to nearly lose his footing.  He twirled back around as if on command and looked at Ambrose.  He was very surprised by this.  He didn't read Ambrose as the assertive type, but then again Ambrose had shown him a side before he hadn't felt when they both were drunk.  At first, he was tense his hands were balled up into fist and they shook slightly as if he were about to punch Ambrose.  The male held him by the collar and spoke in a controlled manner, but Caleb could feel the anger behind his words, he could see it in his eyes and yet as much as he wanted to apologize, as much as he wanted to just grab Ambrose and kiss him right there, he didn't.  He let his emotionless eyes look into Ambrose's own eyes and slowly took a step back.

"I can't make that promise," Caleb said cooly, "let me go Ambrose," he warned his eyes as icy as a winter storm.  

He didn't know why he was shutting Ambrose out.  He had just shared a great night with him aside from the murders.  He had just spilled his soul out to him, and yet he was treating him like he had been wounded.  Caleb looked away, unable to maintain the cold glare, moving his hand to remove Ambrose's hand from his collar.  "Are you coming or not?" Caleb asked one final time.

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