He heard the break in her voice and closed his eyes, glad he wasn't looking at her as he continued down the hall in a masculine stride. She'd hate him now, and the thought of that absolutely killed him. But as always, better him than her. It's for the best he told himself as he let his hands bunch into fists to keep from turning around and going back to her or at least punching through the wall, raging at how fucking unfair all of this was.