He was about to laugh in her face. Seeing her get so defensive was kinda funny to him. Until he saw her tears. It took almost a few fifteen seconds for it to register what he was seeing. When it did, he stiffly walked over to the backpack he'd placed on the floor by the chair, pulled out an unused journal with some pens, deposited on her bed with blind toss. He met her eyes as he turned to check for anything else he might have brought with him. There was warmth in them again as well as guilt and deep-rooted pain.<br/><br/>He felt like shit for saying all that to her. It made him feel like a monster. When his other self took over, he was still aware of what happened. In a way, it had destroyed him a little. He wasn't trying to hurt her but he did. It had happened once before with painful repercussions.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry," He said hollowly, "I never meant for that to happen. I don't expect for you to forgive me for it but I still would like to work with you."<br/><br/>He finally looked at her as he placed himself in the corner farthest from her. Everything about him had changed back to how he was before his sudden persona switch. He had his arms crossed over his crest in a somewhat vulnerable manner, which was a first as far as he recalled. His face reflected the pained expression in his eyes as he waited for her to speak up.