There was an awkward silence that stretched between the pair once Atticus had finished speaking. Anel had turned slowly to face away from the bodyguard, his slender fingertips wrapped around the doorhandle as if to simply leave and yet for some reason unknown to him, his wrist wouldn't turn. Slowly, he looked back over his shoulder, his features holding a barely-hidden expression of pain as he mulled over the apology, an unpleasant lump forming in his throat.<br/><br/>"Is it...?" He muttered sharply, fingers tightening on the handle. "Is it always like that? Unwanted and... And humiliating? Does it always make you feel dirty? No. Don't be an idiot, Atti..." He turned away once again, his tone holding venom more directed at himself than the other man before he took a steadying breath and shook his head, speaking again in a more subdued tone. "Why are you apologising? You can't be everywhere at once... I'm sure you were doing... Something important." He had wanted to shout and scream so very badly; how Atticus should have been there. How it was his job to keep the House safe. But he hadn't the energy to...<br/><br/>"Thanks for the lotions." He added, finally turning the handle, but pausing just as he opened the door just a crack. "How could you help me more than this? Its done. Master Ryan will have gotten the money I'm sure... So everything's fine. I'm just a little sore..." He trailed off and nodded, opening the door further.<br/><br/>"I'll bring the stuff back later... If there's nothing else...?" He glanced over his shoulder, a downcast expression on his features, his gaze roughly on Atticus' stomach.