Ivan didn't mean to snap at Andrew so harshly, no, as he was just undergoing a harsh moment between himself and the sliver of sanity he had left.

He just had wanted to be appreciated by Andrew, but no matter the words it always felt like he was cursing the man out. Communication had always been bad between them, yes, but ever since he had told Andrew about his father—it all seemed to fire something inside of himself so easily. The more underappreciated he felt, the unseen script that was thrown away carelessly by Andrew...

Didn't Andrew realize all he wanted was to be seen? They had worked on this, together! Andrew couldn't have possibly made this without him by his side.

Yet, he knew deep down that wasn't the case. He had drove the other away, and now here he was, hands shaking as he hesitated to knock on the door infront of him.

The door was cold against his fist, rough and hard, obviously it being made of wood. It just made Ivan a bit more nervous as the turn of a knob revealed Andrew to him.

Deep down, he wanted to yell. Wanted to cry and curse him out, but the last few days had been fucking he'll with nightmare after nightmare of Andrew and him and he just wanted to apologize.

He didn't expect him to open the door, making a breath as it almost closed, hand stopping it. "Andrew, wait... Before you close the door on me, I just want to say.. please, forgive me.." He tries to push out weakly, throat dry all of the sudden as he looks at Andrew.