Shit. Fuck. Damn. Caleb's hands clenched at his sides, fingernails digging into his palms, trying to get a hold of himself. Or punishing himself, maybe. God, he was such a stupid asshole. "Do you want the actual headfuck of an answer that's going to either bring back a whole lot of old memories or make you think I'm crazy, or do you want to just be mad at me and kick me the hell out?" he asked, a little breathless. Caleb might have fucked up, might be totally hating himself right now for ruining a perfect moment, but he still wasn't going to force awareness on Seth. If he even could.