Suddenly, or not so suddenly, she came to see just why he preferred the out of the way holes in the wall that the various arenas across the country ( or world ) could offer. Gave way to privacy, no prying eyes or listening ears to budge their way into a conversation that had no room for them; couldn’t see her when she actually let herself feel something other than the arrogance that swelled within in her with each passing day.
“ I get it. “ The backs of her shoes thumped against the crate she’d seated herself upon. “ It would be stupid t’ not take a second chance. “ She leaned back, palms planted to take her weight. “ Doesn’t mean I have t’ LIKE ya’ leaving me with all these mindless dopes. “ Seeming to think for a moment, her brow furrowed before a leg shot out and she aimed a kicked to his shin. “ Now I feel better. “
It wasn’t a goodbye. Not yet, at least. She knew he was leaving. WWE knew he was leaving. The whole goddamn universe knew he was leaving. But he owed an explanation. Arms are folded across his chest as he leans against brick. Defensive. Caged. He knew she wasn’t gonna be happy, but he pulled her aside anyway. He grimaced, shoulders rising up as he shifted away. It was probably the least he deserved.
❝ Careful. Might think you’re gonna miss me. ❞ He replied, one hand raising to scratch absently at his nose. Fidgetty. The worst of the conversation was over. But she still had that look on her face. Lips tight, brows pinched. Smiles look best on her, and he knew it. ❝ Glad we can make this all about you. You gonna blow out the candles at my birthday dinner too? ❞ He pushed forward, a foot between them. ❝ You know this ain’t the last you’re seein’ of this ugly mug, Lucky Charms. ❞
