Eivind hadn't been thinking. Not about how Blue might feel about any of this. He was operating based on feelings and urges, disregarding all of the signs that this was<i>too soon</i>. Blue seized up, and Eivind knew he fucked up, and there would be no backtracking. He didn't expect the sheer panic that over took Blue as he scrambled out of the shower, taking the curtain, and then the curtain rod with him. Eivind flinched when it came down to hit him, but it didn't slow him any in putting distance between the both of them. Blue grabbed a towel, and he could tell he felt cornered and closed in. Eivind stood where he was, not wanting to appear anymore threatening, and struggling with the urge to check and make sure Blue was okay.<br/><br/>What had he been doing? Sex hadn't been his goal. He wanted to be close, and to comfort Blue in a way that came natural to him. He knew arguing this point would take them no where, so he didn't bother. He shouldn't have done what he did, and so there was no reason to try and defend his actions. Still, Blue's words were painful. What had Eivind been expecting? Blue owed him nothing, despite how they were connected. He hadn't earned any liberties. Because of this, Eivind found it difficult to even be angry at his words. Eivind seemed to only be able to think from his own perspective until after the fact, and now Blue was angry. More than that, Blue was scared of him, and he was loath to think about it like that.<br/><br/>“I didn't intend..” Eivind frowned, looking remorseful. There was no fixing this. No way to explain himself that would make it seem okay.<br/><br/>“I should have kept my distance.” An apology didn't seem enough, but he did admit his wrong. All arousal had faded when Blue went running from him. Unlike the others, he wasn't into fucking something he had to chase down, and the thick smell of fear wasn't enticing to him.<br/><br/>“I know that you're not a toy.”<br/><br/>The urge to go to Blue and pull him close was strong, but he realized that was actually the last thing Blue wanted from him right then. His instincts were making him get ahead of himself, and his guilt grew that he would make his mate feel like one of his rapists had. That hadn't been his intention, and he didn't know how to change that deep-rooted feeling within Blue. Obviously, werewolves had a special place of resentment and hatred in his mind, and whatever trust he'd gained was shattered in that instant. Eivind rinsed the rest of his body, and stepped out of the shower, water soaking his floor. He didn't care.<br/><br/>“Let me put the shower curtain back up, and then you can finish. Just.. don't fall,” Eivind told him, approaching carefully to gather the curtain back up from where it was tangled around Blue's long legs. He jerked it free from where Blue had crumpled to the floor, and tried to put it back. Some of the rings had been torn down, but the rod went back up into it's fixture easy enough. He didn't care that he would get more water on the floor. It was a moot point now, and he could clean up water. Other messes would be more difficult..<br/><br/>“I'm going to go into the other room. Call for me if you need anything.” Eivind left him as if he'd just received the scolding of a lifetime, grabbing a towel, but he still hovered close to the door, listening and trying to decide what noises sounded alarming, and what noises sounded normal. He dried off, and not only replaced his boxers, but he put on pants as well. Heavy jeans that would hopefully prevent any unwanted arousal from him in the future. It was probably safer that way.