Celia was glad it was Theseus who opened the door. She didn't know who else lived there, but it was such a big house that there could have been dozens probably and then she would have had to explain to a stranger why she was there. Instead she got Theseus, who looked unhappy to see her, and that made the twisting knots in her stomach tighten up even more. She didn't try to say anything while he was speaking, because she deserved what he was saying, and interrupting was rude and certainly wouldn't help. Her gaze flitted to the ground until he stopped mid-sentence, and she looked back up at him to find him staring down at the ground in return.
"I'm so sorry, Theseus," she said quietly, swallowing hard and giving her head a shake. "I didn't mean... I didn't mean it like that. I meant it as a joke because I didn't think you'd have any interest in it anyway and I never meant it as an insult or to be mean, I truly didn't. That's my fault for not thinking before writing, and when Oliver told me you were upset," she trailed off, biting her lip and hugging her arms a little tighter around herself. "I feel horrible, and I'm so sorry. You're more than welcome on my team if you want to play, I'm pretty sure we still have spots open..."
She felt like she'd been rambling, but she meant it all even if her voice was soft and unsteady, and when she finally stopped she took a breath and pursed her lips together.