Dylan's words gave Isaiah pause, but mostly they pissed him off further. Dylan was manipulative to the ninth degree, willing to say and do anything to get what he wanted. Usually, he had to be pretty worried to apologize or beg forgiveness but Isaiah had stayed away from Dylan much longer than usual. Isaiah wasn't even sure what he was talking about this specific time. What was he apologizing for? There had been so many incidents between them from both ends. Sometimes Isaiah liked the self-destruction and he enjoyed provoking Dylan into a fight. It passed the time, but right then he was over it. Over Dylan and his bullshit. Sick of seeing him pull strings to manipulate him and most of all he was tired of running back to the very man he couldn't stand to look at anymore.<br/><br/>Isaiah turned back to his bedroom, throwing open his closet to pull on a pair of jeans. Dylan had two of his suits stored in his closet, not that he visited his apartment often, but when he did he didn't like to leave 'messy'. He grabbed those too, cased in a sheet of nylon that zipped on the sides, throwing them over his arms as he took long strides to the door.<br/><br/>“I'm over your bullshit Dylan. Take your rich boy ass somewhere else before you get robbed,” Isaiah growled, snatching the roses and barely looking at Dylan before storming down the hallway to the stairwell. He left his apartment door open.<br/><br/>“I know what you're thinking and I know what you'll do next. I don't want your expensive gifts or to hear any of your false apologies. You're a broken fucking record, Dylan, and I can't stand you. Been that way for a long time.” Isaiah just didn't like to be alone and Dylan was rather predictable. He tossed the roses down the stairwell first, and then sent the suits over one at a time, feeling satisfied with himself. A near-death experience had made it clear he needed to stop wasting so much of his time, even if that meant being alone. It wasn't about finding something better, though Kais certainly was an upgrade, but finally getting rid of the toxicity that was his ex boyfriend.<br/><br/>Isaiah paused, looking to Dylan in contemplation, crossing his arms over his bare chest but standing at his full six foot two inch height.<br/><br/>“We bring out the worst qualities in each other. I need to be better than that.” Isaiah hadn't been sober for long but after whatever Kais had done he was thinking clearly now. Maybe it would pass and he'd go right back to his old ways. He didn't really care so long as he stayed away from the habit that was Dylan.<br/><br/>“If I find anything else of yours I'll be sure to toss it with the rest. Sound amicable? Now get the fuck out of my hallway you piece of shit.” Arguments in the building were normal occurrences. No one even opened their apartment doors to look anymore and this was far from how exciting things could get. Isaiah pointed to the stairs.