[M knows the words Apollo's speaking, but more importantly, he knows the words that the other man isn't. He knows because he has similar unspoken words beneath the surface, words he's afraid to speak out loud.]

I made a conscious choice to break up with Andrew and see other men. Even if--through some miracle--we do get back together, we aren't together now.

And though I regret hurting Andrew the way I did... I don't regret dating anyone else. [Even Prometheus, in his own fucked up way, helped define who M was as a person.]

I'm free to see other people.

[He stares intently at the floor, words unspoken on his end coming dangerously close to the surface.]