Thomas's POV
My heart breaks as I see the raw pain and fear in his gaze. I recognize that look. I used to wear it and the fact that I put that look on someone else's face, my Bond's face has me hating myself beyond relief.
He continues to stare at me, not moving as if he doesn't know what to do. I stay leaning against the door and I tilt my head back and close my eyes against the heart breaking sight as my mouth opens.
"I'm sorry, Ares. It's not you I was mad at." I say sincerely. Though it's not much for apologies i'm not going to say sorry for assuming something that could very well still happen. I guess I have to enjoy this little Bond of our until he fucks up. He will eventually. The facade always falls eventually.
