Maybe he should have gone back. Except he always was the one that did, wasn't he? He chased after Jim, he turned around, he took everything in the relationship and made it his fault. Ironically, that was what apparently had driven Jim away.
Well, this wasn't on him. He hadn't fucked someone else and Nathan honestly didn't know how to handle that Jim had. Maybe he'd figure it out. God, he really hoped he could. But right then? Not a chance in the world.
Fingers on the door, he said, lowly, "Someone told me that if I trusted you, then everything else could be worked out. I think they were right. I was going to tell you that, when you got home. That I trusted you. That I wanted to talk about everything, to figure out how we both could be happy. I never really..." Voice breaking, Nathan had to pause, to breathe, before he could go on again.
"Then you come in here and you blame it on me. You act like a dick, like this is my fucking fault, like I'm supposed to apologize for making you cheat. Fuck you, Jim. Just because I love you doesn't mean you can treat me like shit."