He was half way to the elevators when his feet stopped him in his tracks, allowing his head to catch up.

He'd just walked out. He'd just done the exact thing he'd promised to never do again. Albert was definitely in the wrong here, but how much more was Jet in the wrong by breaking a promise he considered to be highly important. He wasn't supposed to just leave. What if Albert took it the wrong way and thought it meant Jet didn't care, that he was likely to just run out the door at the drop of a hat and maybe vanish for thirty years again.

Shitshitshitshit.

Jet turned right around and went back to Albert's room where he saw the German trying to climb off the bed. Jet closed the door behind him and leaned against it. He couldn't quite look Albert in the eye and settled for the bedspread.

"Sorry. You were being an asshole...but I'm still sorry."

God he hoped his partner wasn't too mad at him, he didn't want to have some huge fight.