For the longest time
Roman wanted to get some sort of revenge on his former Shield brother for what
he did simply because he couldn’t believe the younger male would do such a
thing. During their time in the Shield the two men along with Dean Ambrose
dominated the roster, everything was going their way, and just like that in the
blink of an eye Seth ruined it. The
truth was there was still part of him that wanted to hurt the Iowan, but then
that was a part of him that was proud of everything the younger male had accomplished
since the split.
Truth be told he
thought their friendship was over, beyond repair, that was until he heard the
man mention someone having his back. Was it him? All he could think about were
the recent times where the male came out to help him. He stood back watching
everything take place on a monitor backstage, eyes glancing toward the curtain
once Seth stepped toward the back, hands going up slightly at the sound of the
other’s voice. “Ay, man I didn’t say
anything. Calm the hell down.”
There it was again,
that want to be there for the other. But instead of saying anything he remained
silent.
He arches an eyebrow, not expecting that response. It catches him completely off guard, so much so that he opens and closes his mouth a few times before turning his head and beginning to jump on the spot. He’s nervous, something he hasn’t felt in so long, and that’s probably because he doesn’t know what’s going on,or what could happen, and it’s a feeling he’s beginning to hate after pretty much being spoon-fed by The Authority.
“But you were going to right? Say something? Because like, I would deserve it,” he adds, eyes widening slightly before he groans and begins to smack his head against the wall in frustration with himself. After a few moments, he stops, looks back towards Reigns and frowns, wanting to know why the man was still here, not kicking his ass just yet or even walking away in disbelief.
With the ebb and flow of nervous energy going through him, Seth looked around the hall and continued to move his legs, waiting as patiently as he can for an answer, even if it’s one he does want. He can hear the noises of the stadium surrounding them but at the same time, it almost seems more muted than ever, and he can’t help but wonder why, not willing to loo at the older man just yet.
