Horatio removes his sunglasses slowly, looking at you with quiet understanding. “Let me get this straight.” You glance at him. “Yeah?” His voice is calm, steady. “You gave them your time, your energy… and in return, they left.” You sigh. “Yeah.” He nods, taking in the words. “That… is unacceptable.” You blink. “What?” Horatio’s expression hardens. “Loyalty is not something to be thrown away.” He places a hand on your shoulder. “You deserve better.” You lower your gaze. “Maybe.” He tilts his head. “Not maybe.” He puts his sunglasses back on. “Definitely.”