Ambrose stared back at the Headmaster with widened eyes, unable to look away as they reached deep into his mind. "No, that's not what I meant-" He started in his defense, but his voice broke short as the headmaster went deeper. Ambrose whirled to face the Headmaster, rage crossing his face. "Don't you fucking mention that again-!" He choked out, but his voice shook, and angry tears gathered at the corner of his eyes.

Ambrose barely noticed Caleb trying to interfere, his shoulder slump as the Headmaster continued on. His voice rang through his head, and it hurt to hear the brutally honest words. Ambrose's shoulders slump in defeat as the Headmaster circled him, his voice still snaking through the air and pounding into his head. Ambrose could barely stand on his legs, and his head drooped, arms wrapped around himself in a pitiful attempt to protect himself from the further violation of privacy. Ambrose felt like he could breath again when the Headmaster left the room quietly, and he groaned quietly to himself as he tried to keep it together. 

Ambrose shook slightly, mind rewinding over and over again at the Headmaster's speech. It didn't matter to Ambrose that the Headmaster had complimented him or that he had even encouraged him to live a better life. His words fell on deaf ears, instead Ambrose was forced to relive that terrible moment in his life. And even worse, everything had taken place in front of a audience. A part of Ambrose wanted to just scream and break everything in sight, and crackling energy appeared at his closed fists. But exhaustion and pain ebbed through him, pinning him to his spot.

Ambrose flinched at the sound of Caleb's voice, he shook his head silently in reply. After everything that had happened today, this was the last thing he needed. "I can't do this..." He whispered to himself, legs finally giving up underneath him. Ambrose collapsed to his knees, breathing heavily. Ambrose recognized he was going through another one of his anxiety attacks, but his heart still pounded and he still gasped for air in desperation. Ambrose sat there, trembling, trying to get a handle on himself. After a few minutes, the attack finally past and left only exhaustion. He pushed a hand through his curls, "I-I need to go." Ambrose shot to his feet, not looking back as he fled from the room. He couldn't bear to look at their faces, and especially not to see Caleb's reaction. 

He ran back to his dorm room, shutting the door with a bang. He heard his roommate stir from the other side of the room. "Where have you been?" The blonde haired man asked, annoyance laced in his voice. Ambrose ignored it and threw himself on his, burying his face into the covers. "Okay, drama queen." The voice poked again, but Ambrose was already slipping into his dreams.