"You didn't put me through it." He sighs, setting down his tea. "I made my choice."

Made a choice when he finally came to terms with Jon not waking up. Made a choice when Jon did wake up and his motives changed -- he wasn't losing Jon again even if he didn't care for Martin the same way. Martin doesn't know why he even bothered asking, he doesn't want Jon to apologize.

He sits in silence for a moment, staring into the cooling tea, wondering what to say next. Where does this leave them? What are they? Is there anything left worth salvaging? (No. There's nothing. Martin is alone with his feelings, left with longing that settles in his heart and eat away at him. Jon deserves love more than Martin can give.)

"So what now?"