Ambrose allowed his gaze to drift across the garden, forcing himself to take a deep breath. At first he was under the impression that maybe Caleb had wanted to discuss things about getting the knife, but as he arrived it clicked that it was probably something else. Ambrose shuffled his feet, also letting his gaze fall to the ground as he listened to Caleb speak. 

He instinctively tensed when Caleb hit him with that question. His mouth fell slightly open, and Ambrose was scrambling to try and find a response. He stammered, but fell silent when Caleb continued on. The curly-haired male looked uncomfortable, shifting from foot to foot and eyes shifting from one thing to the next. Truthfully he wasn't sure how to answer Caleb. There was always mixed thoughts and feelings whatever involved Caleb, especially now that he knew his true nature. But, it hurt to see Caleb shoulder all the blame, and guilt washed over Ambrose.

He understood where Caleb was coming from. Swallowing thickly, Ambrose spoke hesitantly, "...I..." He forced himself to look directly at Caleb, "I don't hate you," Ambrose confessed, "I... blamed things on you... unfairly." Ambrose stopped and took a deep moment to catch his breath. "Even now, I think I may have been unfair. I saw everything in a really dark way." He took a step closer to the other male, "And a part of me just wants to move past all that." He reached his hand hesitantly, and it almost looked as if Ambrose was on the edge of bolting, but his fingers brushed Caleb's. "You don't need to apologize."