Ambrose felt a small wave of relief at Caleb's gentle enthusiasm, calming the butterflies in his stomach for the moment. It was easy to let everything melt away while they were together like this. However that was interrupted by a sharp knock on Caleb's door. Ambrose froze, taking a moment to register who was at the door until he recognized Sam's voice. He let out a frustrated whine as Caleb untangled their limbs, and Ambrose figured the moment was official ruined. 

He squeezed Caleb's hand back in response, "Yeah, of course." He nodded, but privately thought to himself, [i]if we even survive that long[/i]. His stomach sank at the thought of returning to reality. But there was no point in having a pity party right now. Ambrose rubbed his temples as Caleb and Sam conversed until he got up to let her in. 

It wasn't until Sam strode in did he think of his appearance. Being sprawled out across the couch, with disheveled curls and a shirt half off. Ambrose's face went beet red at Sam's comment, his lips pinching together as he scrambled to get his clothes together. "N-no, of course not." He sputtered, sitting up straight and hopelessly attempting to get his hair a bit neater. He flashed a sarcastic grin to Sam, recognizing the humor of the situation, "Totally just chilling." Ambrose scooted over, making room for Sam to take a seat. 

In the meantime, Ambrose sent out the text for everyone to meet up at Caleb's room. It didn't take too long for everyone to show up. Once everyone had found a comfortable spot to lounge, Ambrose figured it was time to get a move on. "So, guys." He started, getting the attention of the others. "We have all the knives. I think it's time to finally get rid of this..." Ambrose gulped, "Thing." His eyes scanned the room, seeing everyone else expressing a similar discomfort. "Any ideas for a plan? Are we going to be able to get the headmasters help?" He shot a glance in Caleb's direction.