When his old partner almost barrels into him, he puts his hands up, eventually letting them settle on Pax's shoulders. It seemed like a great idea. Up until the contact sends what feels like a jolt of electricity straight through him. A shudder running down his back, making him "inhale" sharply, his optics brightening.

Okay. Weird.

"Yeah. Um. I'm sorry, okay?"

There, he said it. It came out rushed and a little... heated. More than he meant it to. He didn't want to get worked up here. He didn't want to make this an angry conversation. But he suddenly doesn't know what he's feeling. Only that he feels the need to do something he can't really name.

"I'm sorry. I. Don't know what else to say."