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.”
