He paused, bags in one hand, the other hand flat against the door. Holding still as if he had been frozen in place, he blinked once, twice, and then his gaze dropped.
Failure. You'd think you couldn't take any more of them, but they just keep coming, one after another.
"I know. I'm sorry." It sounded like a hollow apology. It wasn't that Ares didn't mean it - he just... he'd never really been sorry. Wasn't sure if that's what he was feeling, or if a head tilted slightly to the side, face complete with a downcast gaze and slight eyebrow furrowing should be accompanied by an 'I'm sorry'.
And then he was out the door, not once looking back until he pressed the Ground Floor button on the elevator side panel and glanced over to Phobos before the steel doors slid shut.