Instead of alcohol before a fight, Keith found some sparkling cider. As Keith poured the glasses, he couldn't stop beating himself up. Why would he do that to her? Torture her like that? He could tell from their kisses and closeness that she wanted it just as badly as him, so why give her more to feel? Damnit, her taste was so sweet and invigorating, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He shook his head and looked to her. She seemed even more torn up than he did. He brought the bottle and two full glasses on a tray and set them on a convenient side table next to her. He sat next to her so that she was sandwhiched between him and the drinks, but the extra room would hopefully prevent her claustrophobia.<br/><br/>"I'm really sorry . . . I shouldn't've done that . . ." he said to Zebel "I just couldn't help myself . . ."