Ares' POV
I don't know how long I've been laying here on the floor, staring at the door of the apartment waiting for him to come back. My back is against the counter and I'm curled up, my face against the cold tile as I watch the entrance, barely blinking, not wanting to miss him coming in. It took me a while to calm down, to breath enough to realize that maybe I had gotten too rowdy with him. That maybe I got too loud and triggered his flight or fight response.
I couldn't back down, though, when I saw how defensive he got. Maybe I should have let it go and come back to it later when we were both calm. Maybe I should have walked away or just left it alone once he came in. There's too many maybes going on in my head and not enough assurances happening.
