I hate the way I feel inside...

He couldn't just let them keep fighting like this. It was torture. Even so, he still didn't think he was wrong. He didn't want to be the first to apologize — she didn't understand, and he shouldn't have to apologize until she understood!

But she probably wouldn't.

And he couldn't really stay angry at her for not understanding. That wasn't fair.

Nicolas stood up from his place outside and walked into the school building. He had gotten a bouquet of flowers and chocolates to apologize to her, since he knew that he would end up losing in the end anyway. The seventeen-year-old entered the academy, looking around. He went to her dorm room and knocked on the door as best as he could since his arms were full, but there was no answer. "Mery?" No answer, obviously. After a while more of hearing absolutely nothing at all and receiving no answer, he sighed, shoulders slumping. Either she was making a great deal of effort to ignore her husband, or she just wasn't there. He actually hoped it wasn't the latter... since he wanted her to be somewhere and he wanted her to be safe.

Stepping into the lounge, shoulders still slumped and sad, golden eyes cast downward, Nicolas walked toward one of the couches. Of course he had to come where he and the love of his life had first met.

He looked up briefly, and in doing so, spotted her. He smiled, glad she was safe and sound, and walked over to her.

"I'm sorry..." he said, knowing that wouldn't be enough, but at least it was a start.

Silence.... she had said nothing to him, absolutely nothing. Nicolas face became even sadder as he began to think that what he had done was wrong. He shouldn't have used violence, but that psychiatrist had just been ticking him off and he couldn't restrain himself. It was enough that he had gone against his morals and had ruined his brother's wedding, but now this? It was their first fight... it couldn't go on this long, it was tearing him up inside.

The young man looked at Pooka as he yipped, but didn't offer a change of expression or say anything. Nicolas looked down again, remaining silent. He wasn't going to talk and talk only to wind up wasting his breath. He had to give her her space, too, and speaking may only infuriate her more.

"...So...um...is...Sabriel...doing okay?"

Yay, she had spoken! She didn't entirely hate him! Nicolas hesitantly returned his gaze to her, shrugging his shoulders gently. "I guess he is," the young man said softly. His arms were getting tired from holding her gifts for so long, even if they were small. He could truly be a little weakling sometimes. "How's your uncle?"

He had sounded apologetic on that last statement, but he didn't care. He had already apologized, after all.

"I'm sorry, Nic."

He smiled softly and took a seat next to her, though still giving her some space... just in case. "It's ok," Nicolas told her, having accepted her apology. He held out the flowers and the box of chocolates for her. "I was the one that was wrong, though. So it's alright."

Nicolas was about to deny the chocolates when she suddenly mentioned that she would be right back. "You alright, hon?" he asked, wondering if she was sick or something. She wouldn't avoid him now that they had made up... right? The young man blinked, looking at her and hoping she was fine.