Elisha had, actually, made that decision once before. And a part of Hadyn wanted to say as much, even if he didn't want to deal with that hurt any more. But perhaps the skeptical look on his face was all Elisha needed to know his thought on that, given the slight look that crossed his.

"Sometimes, I don't think I've earned it," he admitted after a moment, shrugging just a little. "Sometimes I don't believe it is possible, either." But that wasn't the heart of the matter, was it?

"There should...be rules," he decided, lifting his hand to Elisha's face as his heart thundered in his chest. The last time they had done this, there hadn't been rules...not between them, at least. Instead, Elisha had twisted him up in a game of cat and mouse- first playing at things, then jealously declaring a desire for more, then hiding it, then not hiding it, more jealousy, more fighting. When he thought about it? Elisha had been right, they had been doomed to fail. Why? Because their relationship had been ridiculous.

"Rules that we can't break, shouldn't." He said, sighing a little. "No more...trying to manipulate me, that isn't fair." It wasn't, after all, as if Hadyn had been exactly blind to the ways Elisha had twisted him around his fingers, after all. Considering Hadyn had been breed for just that purpose himself.