"Okay, you know the deal," Stephanie said to the three of them as they had breakfast. "Shake the hands, sign the autographs, kiss the babies, and pose for lots of photos."

"And pick out lots of hotties to take back to the hotel," Sheamus said eyeing Stephanie, waiting for the reaction.

"Funny Sheamus," Steph said clamping her hand down on his shoulder. "Maybe you and I should have a talk alone."

Randy and John laughed as the red headed man was dragged out of the hotel restaurant. The two men turned their heads back to look at one another; soon realising they were by themselves. The change of atmosphere was immediate and the awkwardness that had surrounded them since Randy's return to work was back.

"Sooo," John said, pushing the cereal around in his bowl.

"So."

"I hear you're going to be in the sequel of 12 Rounds, congrats," John said not looking at one another.

"Yeah, kind of a 'Sorry for the cockup with The Marine: Homefront'," Randy said suddenly going off his food. John nodded in reply, obviously stuck on what to say. Randy hoped he wasn't expecting him to keep the conversation going, because there was only one thing he wanted to find out more about, and that was John and Dolph.

"How's St Louis?" John said attempting to stay talking.

"Good. How's Tampa?"

"Yeah, good," John nodded again.

Randy still struggled to understand why it was so awkward to talk to John. There had only been a few occasions in the last couple of weeks where he was unable to avoid him, meetings and such, but even with what happened it shouldn't be difficult to talk to John. He'd known him for years. They sat in silence as they started eating again until Randy couldn't take anymore. He put down his knife and fork and started to stand.

"Are you and Dolph dating?" John blurted out.

Randy couldn't believe what he was hearing. Although, at the same time, he was grateful John's lack of control over what came out of his mouth was quiet this time. He and Dolph. Never in a million years. The guy was good looking, but he knew it. That was an immediate turn off for Randy. It was ludicrous for John to even be asking, after what Randy heard went on while he was away.

"You're kidding me right?" Randy said shaking his head and walking away.

He just got in to the elevator when John caught up with him. The pair started riding up the floors when Randy hit the emergency stop.

"Are you jealous?" Randy asked turning on John.

"So you are," John said shaking his head with a sneer. "You should know he has a big mouth."

John started the elevator again and they continued their journey up to the floors they were staying on. Randy was trying to count to ten in his head, though at the moment he was nearer fifty, as his fingernails dug into his palms. When the doors opened for his floor he stepped out but suddenly turned and held the doors open.

"For your information, Dolph and I aren't together, will never be together. I wouldn't go near him. I have better taste than that," Randy seethed. "Though I hear the two of you had a thing while I was away."

He turned to walk down the corridor toward his room hearing the doors close on the elevator. He was furious. How could John think he would go near Dolph? But then, he had done exactly the same when he heard. He automatically thought 'A Thing' meant John had slept with Dolph.

"Don't believe everything you hear Randy," John called from behind him. Randy rolled his eyes; of course John would follow him. He didn't want this to turn into a full blown argument. He kept walking, hoping John would take the hint and give up. Instead, John grabbed his arm and spun him on the spot. "God damn it, will you talk to me."

"John, there isn't anything to talk to you about," Randy snapped. "You and I finished before we ever got started."

"And whose fault is that," John snapped back at him.

"I know it's mine, John. I'm not an idiot. But I'm not going to stick around and take it whenever you decide you want to talk," Randy said trying his hardest not to yell. "You and Ziggler were together, good for you. You finally broke your rule and got laid all in one foul swoop."

"I am so sick of you jumping to conclusions," John said. "Every time you think I'm jumping into bed with people. First Zack, now Dolph. It's nice to know you think so highly of me."

Before Randy could reply John turned on his heel and was on his way back to the elevator.

"John, wait," Randy called after him. He couldn't let it end like this. He wanted to improve things with John, not make them worse. "I'm sorry. I was an ass."

"Yeah, you were," John said over his shoulder.

"I was just taken off guard," Randy said trying to defend himself. "I don't know where you would get that idea from."

"Daniel Bryan," John muttered, finally turning to face Randy.

"Maybe we should have a word with our friend Daniel," Randy said raising an eyebrow as though to ask John if he were in.

"Maybe we should," John said with a small smile.