"I'm not yours to betray anymore..." his words were a little more strained than he would have liked. He actually hated that it struck him so hard. He swallowed some more coffee in hopes that he could keep the cup to his lips longer and he wouldn't have to speak while he tried to compose himself. He didn't like how it affected him at all, as if he could do anything about it. He didn't have that kind of energy anymore, and he couldn't get wrapped up in that kind of hurt. Again.