Cam still felt horribly guilty. He knew how nervous Seymour was when it came to anything even remotely sexual yet he still hadn't been able to control himself. How could he have expected any other response than the one he had been given? It was his own fault for rushing in like that.

He felt Seymour pat him on the back and although it was meant to be a reassurance that Seymour was fine, it only added to Cam's guilt. He stood there with his back still to Seymour, not able to turn around and face him. He was sure if he did that he would see reproach in his eyes. Plus he didn't want him to see just how miserable he was. "Yes...I-i understand." He barely made it above a whisper as he spoke. He closed his eyes as a fresh wash of guilt overwhelmed him.