Phil wasn’t always the best when it came to choosing the right moment to bring up something that needed to be said. Sometimes he thought it would be a good idea to bring up something moments after Rebecca walked into the house after a long, grueling week that consisted of countless hours of traveling. This was one of those times, of course. “Alright. Fine. I can bring it up some other time. Sheesh.” Phil unscrewed the cap from the unopened bottle of water that he had in his grasp and took a quick drink of the liquid. And almost instantly, he felt a little regret. He knew how rigorous her schedule was. “Sorry. It’s just been something on my mind and I was... I don’t know. I was lookin’ forward to getting to talk to you about it. Shit can wait though. It’s not important.”

“You make everything so difficult, but I’m so exhausted. I really want to head back to the hotel room for the night. You can stay and hang out with everyone if you want to,” he glanced past the blonde and looked at the group of her friends (since most of the Backstage crew members were more her friends than his) that sat around the table that they were sitting at a few moments ago. The Chicagoan took a deep breath as he turned his gaze back to his long-time girlfriend. “I won’t be mad if you wanna stay. I know how little you get to see them and how often you get to see me. You’re probably sick and tired of me,” he joked. Phil lifted his hands to her arms and ran his tattooed limbs down her arms. A smile was flashed at the Canadian as he leaned in and pressed a kiss on her forehead. “I promise. I won’t be mad at you.”

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Though he was sure she was trying to be serious, the Intercontinental Champion couldn’t help but laugh at the younger woman’s determination... or maybe it was stubbornness. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was but one thing was for sure: Finn had every reason to continue to admire her. “Take it easy, killer. You gotta give some of these women a little more credit than you are. Not all of them are pushovers. I’m sure some of them would love to act on things if given the chance,” he responded. Finn leaned his shoulder against the wall next to them and relaxed on the concrete backstage at the show they were working tonight. “Someone piss ya off, lass?”

"Now I see where our child gets it from...” Allen joked with her, of course, but maybe there was a hint of seriousness to his voice since he feels as though he’s had this same conversation with his kid except there was less words and more crying. His blue eyes glanced over at the blonde and crossed his arms over his chest. He had his shoes slipped on and he was ready to leave the house for a bit but it seems as though she wasn’t feeling it. “If you didn’t wanna go then all you had to do was that say. Not, ya know, yell and make the neighbors think I’m trying to force you to go somewhere you ain’t in the mood to go.”

Of course, Trish was going to react this way. Sasha wasn’t so surprised by that. She pushed back her black locks of hair to the side and sighed. Her hands reached out and grabbed the hands of the Hall of Famer and gave her hands a small squeeze. “Would you calm down!?” she said to attempt to get Trish to focus on her. “Just don’t think about it and just follow my lead.” It was just the two of them right now. No one else around. Sasha spilled the beans and had said that she felt something a little deeper for Trish than just a friend or someone she looked up to. Maybe it was like a celebrity crush turned more serious after Sasha got the chance to meet the former Woman’s Champion and get to know her on a more personal level. “Do I need to spell it out for you? I’m going to kiss you. That’s what is going to happen. Okay?”

Randy was guilty of loving a woman with an attitude. In fact, it was one of the many reasons why he found himself attracted to this younger woman. Emphasis on one of many because she had other assets which lured the Viper in to her. He smirked slightly at the woman and a small breath of air passed over his lips as he laughed. He crossed his arms over his chest. “You lack faith in my plans, Liz,” he commented. His voice had an amused tone to his words. Clearly he wasn’t offended or anything. Randy almost couldn’t blame her for not wanting to listening to him since Randy was never much of a man who felt the need to make a plan. He always acted first and asked questions afterwards. “Please. If you have anything better to say than enlighten me.”