Roman tried to make an attempt to talk to his once upon a time, former shield member, Seth Rollins. He winced at the comment ‘didn’t think ya cared anymore’, the powerhouse shook his head at that. How could he think such a thing? Sure Seth betrayed them, hurt them…. left them– and maybe, maybe deep down he knows he should be pissed off, should hate him for what he did to him and Dean. But, in his heart, he couldn’t find himself to hate Seth Rollins. He just— couldn’t. “Don’t say that,” He answers instead. “..don’t you say shit like that’. You don’t deserve it I’ll tell ye that. But I care for you… I will always care ‘bout you. Even after what you’ve done….” The Samoan would then take a step forward, his eyes instantly locking with the American. “…Talk to me….please….?”
Seth could feel his entire body let out an exhausted sigh as he slumped in the chair. There was something about Roman, something that he just couldn’t ignore – not anymore. He missed Roman, and while he was sure Roman didn’t miss him – he could always take pleasure in the idea of make believe with Roman. “What do you want me to say, Rome? That I regret it? That sometimes at night, I stay up thinking about how much I hate being alone?” Seth answers with a frustrated sigh, rubbing his face tiredly. “Because I can’t say any o’ that, Roman. I can’t –” he shakes his head, finishing the sentence and asking for a stronger drink with this conversation.
The Samoan glances over at Seth with
curiosity, wondering what was on his mind.
He looked deep in
thought & the silenced between them began to eat at him, torturing
him & making
it harder to breathe. He’s hoping for the other ex-hound to glance his way,
to ask him ‘what?’ or ‘why are you looking at me?’ — Anything that doesn’t make the
gladiator feel so
invisible & so unwanted. He shifts his body a bit, turning to face the other
man, clearing his
throat, Roman reaches out to place his hand on the other man’s shoulder.
It was itch that
was bugging him, an itch that was begging for Roman to touch Seth, even
if it was only for
a short time it would help. “You seem like you got a’lot on your mind there
champ? Want‘t
talk ‘bout it?” He asked, unsure if him speaking up first was even a bright idea in the first place.
The Armenian can feel the other man staring a hole into him and it takes everything Seth has to completely ignore the urge to turn towards Roman and let everything he’s feeling, out. He knows, what with little water he has left in his glass, that he can’t sit here much longer, acting like he doesn’t know Roman wants to talk to him. Even though he’’s the one not acknowledging Roman, there’s something inside of him that is hurting as if he was the one being ignored. He’s not used to this, acting like Roman means nothing to him, even after he betrayed the Shield. Not when the older man means everything to him, though he can’t really admit it. The moment he hears Roman speak though, all Seth wants to do is turn and talk towards Roman like it was the good ol’ days. “Why ya askin’?” He says eventually, twisting his glass while glancing at Roman out of the corner of his eye, “Didn’t think ya cared anymore, not after what I’d done.”
He found himself frowning at the man in front of him, shaking his head briefly as he looked down. What was there to possibly believe? For the entire time, all Seth believed was that Roman hated his guts. And now Roman – Roman was saying differently? It almost seemed too good to be true.
Seth found himself frowning once more, looking at Roman while biting his bottom lip. “Why should I believe you?” He asks, a pain in his chest that he doesn’t understand where it’s coming from.
