It's not as if they never fought. It's just that it never ended so badly before. Bunnymund had been angry and terrified then, but now he felt extremely guilty about the whole ordeal. The looks the other Guardians gave him (along with their scoldings) made him feel even worse.

Bunnymund knew how harsh he'd been and he knew what had to be done too. However, knowing and doing were two completely different things.

"How do I apologize when I don't know where the blighta's run off to anyhow?"

It was a last ditch effort really. Even though he was clearly the one in the wrong, he didn't want to back down so easily. Amazing how convincing Baby Tooth could be with that pointy nose-beak? of hers.

"Bloody- okay, okay little sheila, I'm going, just show me the way."

Sandy gave him a thumbs up; Tooth still looked extremely upset; and North was the worst of them all: He had his hands on his sides with quite a terrifying frown on his face. The yeti, Phil, made the expression a thousand times worse as he stood towering behind North with a scowl as he seemed to make hand motions that looked awful violent. Well if looks could kill...

...he'd be a Pooka souffle by now.

. . . . . .

"Jack, mate, come out please?"

The winter spirit was barely noticeable among the stalagmites of the cavern, and Bunnymund was sure that if it hadn't been for the help of Baby Tooth he would not have found him. Jack sat to the back of cavern staring (Bunnymund assumed) at the crevices of the wall. He was just sitting so still that the Pooka nearly bounded over to check if he was alright.

They both knew he wasn't.

And that's exactly why Bunnymund was staying right where he was. Jack didn't need someone to worry over him right now; he needed an apology and that's exactly what Bunnymund was going to give him. Really.

"Frosty? Look at me. I-"

But why did apologizing have to be so hard.

"W-Why should I?"

The hood of Jack's hoodie covered most of his hair and eyes as Jack stood up to face the Pooka. Bunnymund visibly shivered when he heard the tremble in his voice.

"Because I want to apologize, but your making it mighty difficult by running away like that and keep'in that hood over your face!"

Bunnymund realized his first mistake too late: he'd snapped. This clearly wasn't going to work if the way Jack was gripping the sides of his hood tighter and tighter as the Pooka finished yelling was anything to go by.

"You said you didn't want me to look at you."

Jack's voice was thick with tension as he spoke in barely a whisper.

"You told me to get out, but now you want to apologize?"

At that moment Bunnymund wanted to take everything back. His crushed googies were not that big of a deal anymore, just Jack, only making it up to Jack. But how could he explain himself properly? The googies, if destroyed before their time of use, were simply reborn for the next Easter because of his spring-related powers. However, the Pitch incident was a horrifying experience for Bunnymund. Never before had the loss of believers effected him so greatly. Now anything that damaged his googies brought the memory of it back.

"I didn't mean it, mate. Just hearing those googies, my googies, cracking had me reliving it. That little ankle-bitter walked right through me."

His second and final mistake was one he made quite often; he often to forget Jack had gone through that same experience multiple times before he'd become a Guardian.

"Do you think I haven't had that happen to me? It happened countless times and not one person or spirit was there for me."

As they talked, Jack had gotten closer to Bunnymund and Jack's hood could not hide his face from him with their present proximity. The winter spirit's blue eyes resembled shattering glass. They were red and slightly puffy; the dams were long broken so tears were free to roll down Jack's cheeks.

"Snowflake."

Bunnymund had thousands of regrets: one of the many unintended consequences of being the bearer of hope. But what he regretted most was causing such pain to fill Jack's eyes. He hoped he could fix this.

And he was.

Soon after using that nickname reserved for only the most private of moments between them, Bunnymund pulled Jack to his furry chest encircling his waist with his arms.

"I'm sorry."

He wasn't asking for forgiveness. Bunnymund just wanted joy to consume Jack once again. Oh, how he loved Jack's eyes, but only when filled with mischief and most of all...

Love.

A/N:

Sorry if this chapter is a bit wordy and if it looks strange (I usually copy and paste). This chapters are gradually getting larger. Hope you like this update! Thank you so much for following, reviewing, and placing Breathing Frost on your favorites list everyone!