Another attempt at an Apology

Max would watch her silently after he stopped talking. At first her features would set as though she trusted him as much as she trusted that bastard that took her. That look hurt. It hurt every bit as much as her running away from him had. If he could go back in time and just do what his father had wanted, then none of this would have ever happened. Sadly he couldn't. Sadly he couldn't escape from that look, but the moment Maximous felt the need to run away again her eyes would drop to her paws. Just as he had done when he had arrived. That action made him want to go to her side, but he forced himself to stay in place.

Instead he would take that time to examine her from a distance, if only to see if she had relaxed a bit. Just as he had hoped, her muscles weren't as tense as they had been. Calli didn't appear to want to run away any more, nor did she look like she wanted to rip his throat out. Even though she didn't look like she wanted to any more, he wasn't about to get closer to find out. Hell he wasn't sure what she was feeling or thinking right now. Since he had told her how he felt, it had been impossible to read anything but anger. Now he didn't even see that emotion. With her downcast eyes the distrustful look she had given him didn't appear to be in her features any more.

Eventually she would sit down and look at him again though no words would come for a few minutes. He didn't mind that she was taking her time in answering him. The thing that bothered him was, he still didn't know how she felt. To him she just looked confused, maybe even scared. When she did finally speak, Max would let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. With the knowledge of her not hating him, he would have jumped for joy, at the very least cracked a small relieved grin, but he couldn't. Not knowing that there was a but somewhere in that sentence. When it came all Maximous could do was give a small nod and slump to the ground so that he too was sitting.

The thoughts racing through his mind almost kept him from hearing Callisto's spoken apology. Again he would give a small nod, but his mind was back in the den where he told her he'd loved her. It shot through all of the encounter's he'd had with her between then and know. The distrust and anger she had shown him, when combined with her admition to not hating him, that it wasn't hate that made her run away. It was fear. Why his mind had immediately gone to hate was beyond him, especially after what had happened to her. Guilt found its way back into his eyes. Why had he not seen that before. His eyes would search hers for a moment before speaking. "I can live with that, but.....never mind" he would look away from her after deciding not to admit to stupidity. He knew she was afraid of him now. Nothing would ever be as it was, he was sure of it. "Are you willing to let me try to mend our friendship, or would you rather I just left."