Ambrose's teeth were bared, almost animal like. Caleb's coldness only made him want to explode further. He could feel the tension between them, thick enough to slice a knife through. His grip only tightened as Caleb took a step back, and it took very ounce of willpower to not pull him back. He wanted to crash into Caleb, get him to listen, get to stop acting this way. But Caleb's hand moved to remove his own from his shirt collar, and as soon as they touched, Ambrose snatched his own hand away. 

Ambrose hazel eyes stared piercingly at Caleb, as if daring him to look at him again. "Fine. I'm coming." He snapped. "But I need to know." He took a shaky breath, "Are you acting this way because I shot you down?" Ambrose asked, his tone was hard, but his expression had grown soft. Ambrose finally looked away from Caleb as well, "Because if it is..." He swallowed thickly and seemed to find his resolve and anger again, "It's no excuse for this kind of recklessness." 

Ambrose walked around Caleb, this time taking the lead without looking back. "Come on, let's just this over with." Ambrose couldn't really figure out his own feelings for Caleb. There was no denying he was attracted to the man, but even if he was mentally stable, he wouldn't be able to commit to anyone.