Caleb walked into the beauty that was the school's garden. Looking around he could only smile warmly as he trailed a finger along the flora watching the flower respond to his touch by opening its petals. No wonder Ambrose had found some sort of security here, or at least he did. Eventually, he found a tree that he sat down underneath. He didn't know what he was going to say to Ambrose, he didn't even know how to start a conversation with him, but at the moment he had no plan of action, he just felt that if he didn't tell him, if he just left it open-ended it would eat him alive and he didn't want that. He didn't want there to be any awkwardness between them anymore. He didn't want there to be any questions or any more confusion regarding his feelings. He had settled in his spot when he heard Ambrose's voice. When he rounded the corner, he noticed Ambrose had his arms crossed across his chest. It was a defensive posture. Sighing, Caleb stood up and looked at Ambrose. "I know we haven't seen eye to eye on a lot of things and I'm responsible for most if not all of it, but the reason I called you here was to ask you..." Caleb paused as he realized he was looking at the ground and not Ambrose. He resisted the urge to look away and looked at Ambrose. "Just tell me. Be real with me Ambrose. Do you hate me?" Was that really the question he wanted to ask? Was this really going to be the way he started the conversation? He pushed it all to the back of his mind. "I know you don't like me, I messed up any true future we may have had, it just sucks because I really like you and I regret ever hurting you, I regret ever making you feel any type of fear or whatever. I just wish......" Caleb sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry for everything I've done that caused you pain, that caused you discomfort, or hurt you in any way." He finally looked away and backed up until he back was against the tree and he lifted his head and looked up at the sky. "You never know what little time you have left until you've faced death."