Marcellus had been selfish.
He shouldn't have done what he did. He should've been more thoughtful and considerate.
Winter was almost sexually assaulted. Even though she seemed fine, Neil must've left her a terrible memory that'd haunt her for as long as it wanted to – one that might've also changed her perception towards physical contacts and intimate touches.
"I-I'm sorry…" Marcellus stammered out, averting his gaze.
"That must've been uncomfortable."
"What…?" Winter breathed, rapidly blinking in puzzlement.
"It wasn't uncomfortable in the least. Why do you think it was?"
He didn't answer, choosing to just silently scoot away from her. She noticed how he's suddenly trying to draw a line by distancing himself. Thinking that she did something wrong, she frowned.
"Was the kiss not to your liking?" Winter asked sadly.
"What? No! Of course not," Marcellus replied almost instantly.
"Then, why are you sorry?"
