[Abel exhales in near silent relief. His headache had persisted since the moment Alexei had been visibly distressed, and when he'd just left, it lingered. He's trying not to think about how seeing him well had started to sooth it immediately.

He will cross the room though, seating himself in front of one of the cups, breathing in a moment before looking up at him.] Alexei, I'm sure you have something you want to say, but before we get into that, I wanted to apologize to you, for what I said, or...well. I didn't come out the way I intended it to and I'm sure that didn't help it be any easier to swallow.