"No, it's not..." Syn glanced down, looking at his own mug of tea as he added, "I should have known better. You were just.. being you and I.. saw something I wanted to see instead of what was." He looked back up at him and offered a smile. "That isn't your fault." And he wouldn't have broken the promise if he could have magically snapped his fingers and made himself okay. Unfortunately that hadn't been an option and it just so happened that Will needed him when Syn was unable to provide that.
"Bits and pieces." He didn't remember much of the night before he'd left the club, but he knew the basics. He knew what sort of drugs he had done and he remembered being chained at some point and whipped. He hadn't fucked anyone though. That hadn't been the guy's deal. He'd only wanted to beat him a little and then jerk off on his back which was why it had stung so much. But after the club...
"You and James are over?" He thought he remembered that, and his gaze averted quickly to the other man's left hand where the ring had been before and now wasn't. "What happened?" He could say he was sorry again, but he'd said that enough times this morning already.