[Ajax squeezes her hand, gladly letting her fingers interlace with his, letting out a deep breath seems to finally let go of all his stress and anxiety about what had happened between them. He's thankful he can let go of their fight, and all the terrible feelings that had accompanied it in the weeks to follow. He hated ignoring her, acting as if he hadn't cared about her.

The way his shoulders relax seems to take on that physical representation of the ease he feels, smiling sadly back at her, unable to hide his feelings. It had hurt, her words had done exactly what she intended them to do, but he doesn't want to dwell on it either.]

Apology accepted. I'm sorry too. I lost my temper a little back then, and I shouldn't have done that.

[Ajax looks back down at their hands, letting himself concentrate on that instead of their fight. It's in the past now, water under the bridge. All he'd like to do is move on, and look to the future rather than the past, just as he's always done with matters like this in his life.]

So, we're not fighting anymore?

[He says with hopeful eyes, wanting nothing more than to hold her in his arms and forget about it.]