He's vaguely aware that he probably should have stayed in bed with Rufus for another lazy morning cradled up in his embrace instead of going out here in search of something he can't even remember but is instead tossing the place until fingers snapped out of place. There's blood too, from when he hit the window in a rarely matched frenzy- but then he's not alone anymore and he wants to snap at him, rave and rant, hit him, but all that falls away when he starts to feel a little bit more levelheaded.
And there's only two people on this island who can do that- And he drowns into the calming, future essence of his soul, draws in a deep breath, lets out a deep sigh. "I'm sorry," he suddenly starts. "I'm sorry."