"Dean? You in here?"
Roman knew the answer should have been no. There was no way he should have been in here, which was exactly why he was looking. Dean hadn't been seen since they'd checked into the hotel, the Cinnci wrestler missing the evening meal the superstars had all shared, and now it was getting later into the night and he still hadn't unpacked in his room. His kit bag was missing, that was the only indicator… and as the soft sounds of Metallica were audible from inside the weights area, Roman had a sinking feeling he'd found him.
"...they said to rehab, not try to beat your personal bests…" The samoan remarked as he noticed exactly how many weights were on the bar. Dean didn't respond, acting as if he couldn't hear as much as the other knew he'd heard fine. Roman leant forward to remove one of the others headphones and was met with a growl and a mumbled answer.
"It's 10 pounds off my personal best, Roman. Shouldn't you be with everyone else? Or with Seth?"
Those words burnt his lips as they left, eyes still closed as he forced the bar up into another rep, Roman subconsciously spotting him and paying extra mind to his damaged and surgically repaired arm.
"You're fussing…"
Dean said simply before lowering the weights back onto the stand and sitting up, the front off his grey shirt darkened by the same sweat that matted his fringe to his forehead. Roman went to answer but went back to his previous statement.
"Seth's at a bar with AJ and Tye. I came to find you incase you wanted to tag along…"
Tag along, well wasn't that the perfect explanation of how Dean felt around Roman and Seth. He knew a fair share of it was based on the fact the pair were still trying to hold what was left of the SHIELD reunion together as Jason Jordan was as useful as a mesh condom.
"If it means I have to see Seth slut drop on you again… I'd rather face Havoc again."
He gave a fake smile and rolled his eyes after, standing up and adjusting the brace that held his still sore deltoid.
"No… leave the slut drops to Tyler, he's better anyways… Dean?"
Dean looked up and raised an eyebrow.
"Are you.. Okay?"
"Fine."
He snapped and shrugged, grabbing his kit bag.
"You haven't been the same since you got injured… I know you hate being inactive but-"
"Drop it."
"This is about Seth isn't it?"
Dean dropped his bag and growled, a warning Roman was going too far with this.
"We haven't.. Replaced you. Jason was a tide over and Seth-"
Roman was interrupted by a fist hitting him square in the stomach, buckling him over, Dean turning on his heel and leaving.