With an exhale, Ambrose shifted in his seat. Nodding, Ambrose murmured "Okay... I was... Just making sure." He shuddered as he thought back to how Samantha was covered in blood. It wasn't right that she placed the blame on someone else, but maybe it was worth it to dodge the consequences of their actions. Maybe they could solve this themselves. But a cold feeling in the pit of Ambrose's stomach told him different. 

While Caleb was washing up, Ambrose had settled deeper into the couch. He had covered his face with his hands, curling up tight. He still couldn't keep those awful images out of his head. Caving, Ambrose stood up and searched the room relentlessly. Finally he emerged victorious once he uncovered a bottle of vodka that had seemed to be forgotten. Pulling off the lid, Ambrose took a hearty swig and settled back down. Once Caleb emerged, Ambrose held up the bottle. "Just something to take the edge off." He explained with a light shrug. Maybe it was a bad idea to indulge in his bad habits, but right now, Ambrose needed it. 

"I don't think I even can go to sleep." He said with a dry laugh, "Warning though, I'm not usually the best conversationalist." Ambrose took another gulp, exhaling heavily as he felt the alcohol burn his throat. "Right. Hm, how long have you known... About this world of magic?" Ambrose asked with a tilt of his head, "And, er," He cleared his throat uncomfortably, "What was your last significant other like?"