Roman picked up his cell phone and listened to the message Seth sent to him. He sighed out loud, looking at the hotel room wall. The Samoan rubbed his face, all his mind had been consumed with was hoping he would be able to see Joelle. It didn’t hurt him so bad that he was getting the divorce. The whole event was a long time coming, but his daughter? She’s his whole world. He could use the time to relax. The Samoan got himself together with all of his belongings, going all the way to the bar. Upon entering the room, he could see Seth there and he gave him a weak smile. He approached him and gave the male a big tight embrace, once again sighing before pulling away.“Hey man. I’m here….I just need to not think about this. I’m sorry for not textin’ ya, or callin’ ya back or anythin’.’
Seth smiled softly at his friend, knowing that he couldn’t possibly be mad at the older man for not calling or texting. Roman had a lot on his mind, and Seth knew and understood that. He took a drink of his own drink, hitting Roman’s shoulder with his own as the man sat down, trying not to remember the feel of Roman’s arms around him in the hug. “Man, it’s fine, I don’t mind. I’m here for ya, remember that, alright?” Seth responds, ordering a drink for his friend and passing it to him.
“Hey man. Listen, you’ll see her. She’s your baby girl, there’s no way you won’t be able to see her.” There’s a pause here as he chews on his lower lip, knowing that Roman can’t see him but – “And really, I’ll be there to help you see her, okay? So like, don’t worry ‘bout it. But hey, I’m headin’ to the bar right now, if ya wanna meet me there. If not, just text me back. You have my number.”
Ever since the moment that Roman referred to in the back of his mind with Seth as the ‘incident’ the two men have not been on speaking terms. Roman’s been intently focused on going after Rusev. In the back of his mind, the Samoan’s known of Seth’s intent to speak to him. He had this sense about it. He could not bring himself to really say more than two words to the male. Even after Seth leaped off the top of the steel cage to save him, he didn’t say much to him.He walked down the hallway, just when the Samoan was about to put his headphones on his head he could see Seth standing there. He stopped where he stood and looked at the Iowa native. “Hey Seth…..” Roman said softly and breifly pausing. He knew he couldn’t keep this up forever. “You ready for your title match, my man?”
Seth found himself blinking, surprised that Roman decided to bite the bullet and speak first. It shouldn’t surprise him, of course, but he always believed, at least a little, that it would have to be Seth who made the first move. He remains quiet for a little too long before stuttering slightly, running his fingers through his hair. “I’m always ready,” he answers quietly, biting on the inside of his cheek before eyeing the older man.
