SummerSlam was over, and hopefully, easier times would be ahead. Well, the boys hoped so at least.

They should have known better.

It had been hard enough travelling with Enzo when they had been secretly pining for him, and for some reason, Roman and Dean had assumed that pining for him together would be a little easier.

They were sorely mistaken.

It started on the night of RAW after SummerSlam.

Big Cass hadn't shown up to the show, which was kind of disappointing because Enzo had been looking forward to doing some boasting. But alas, he would have to wait.

Someone who was there, however, was Corey. And it seemed like he was there all the time. In the cafeteria at their table and in the gym when they worked out during breaks and in the locker room with Enzo.

"He's fucking everywhere," Roman had all but pouted while in the gym

"Well that's because you keep inviting him everywhere," Seth helpfully pointed out.

"We're being supportive of their relationship." Dean muttered.

"Supportive of their re..." Seth took a deep breath as he kept himself from yelling, "Are you sure that they're in a relationship?" he said slowly.

"Pretty sure." Roman nodded.

"Did they tell you that?"

"They didn't need to." he said again, "Now can we not talk about this? I need a spotter."

Dean went to stand behind Roman, and Seth rolled his eyes at his idiotic brothers.

The following RAW would take place in Orlando Florida, which, unfortunately for Roman, meant another plane.

"I would have thought jumping out of a shark tank would have cured you from that," Gina had scoffed at him.

"Well there's no Enzo to save in this plane so I doubt that'll help." Seth muttered. For that, he had received two deathly glares, and he had backed away slowly, walking with Jojo as a shield.

The four, with Jojo and Gina, flew to Pensacola, where Roman finally got his beloved truck back. And it was back to the road.

Well, except for Seth. Seth, for some reason, decided that he needed to urgently visit his third cousin, twice removed, who lived just outside Pensacola, and would meet up with them in Orlando later. Truthfully, he just refused to drive for 8 hours in a car with so much sexual tension.

And so they drove. And the joke was on Seth really, because there was no tension at all in the car. At all. You know, if you didn't count the time when Dean went to the backseat to sleep, and his head landed on Enzo's lap. Or when Enzo coerced Roman into playing a game of 'I spy', where Enzo described things in very questionable ways.

For example, "It's a long, thick, hard, shaft like thing, Roman."

"Think... wood, Roman."

"It's fun to climb, Roman."

"It's hard and erect, Roman."

Roman had spent the time holding in drool, and was too busy trying not to think about his own 'long, thick, hard, shaft like thing', to realize that Enzo had been talking about a tree.

He could almost swear that he was doing this on purpose.

When Dean woke up, he had to wonder why Roman looked like he was in pain, and why Enzo was boasting about winning the easiest game of 'I spy' ever.

"Okay, Imma put on some music," Dean leaned over from the back and turned on the radio, syncing the bluetooth to Spotify on his phone. He let it go random, but skipped almost every suggested song. Of course, he should have known that as soon as a really bad song started, Enzo would love it. As soon as 'Waterfalls' started, Enzo yelled out for Dean to stop.

Dean slumped back in the backseat, and Roman glared, "It's your fault for suggesting music," he said.

Enzo pretended not to hear them, and belted out the song as if he was on a stage. After the song ended, Roman risked looking to the backseat of the car.

"How the hell do you always know all the lyrics to every song that comes on?"

"I got a real good memory." he shrugged, "Especially when it comes to music."

"If only it were the right music," Dean sighed dramatically.

As if on cue, a new song started, and Enzo laughed out loud, "I am loving Spotify today!"

Dean groaned and shook his head, "We are not listening to '500 miles'." he said, his voice final.

"Oh come on!" he whined, "You know I love this song!"

"I'm sorry Enzo, I can't allow that song to be played out of my phone," Dean shrugged at him, "it goes against everything I believe in."

Enzo scoffed, "And what exactly do you you believe in?"

"Good music," said Dean as if it were obvious.

"This is good music! Why don't you get how romantic this song is?"

"Because... it's crap," said Dean, pressing down the urge to add a 'duh'.

Enzo narrowed his eyes at him, "Excuse me Mr Smashmouth. Not all our tastes can be as bad as yours."

"'All Star' is a classic!" Dean yelled turning his whole body to Enzo, "I swear to god, don't make me fight you."

Enzo scoffed, "Well if we're fighting about music, I ain't worried," Enzo shrugged, "So bring it on."

"No fighting in the car!" Roman yelled from the front, "Ya'll better not make me come back there."

"He started this!" Enzo yelled.

"I don't care who started it. I'll finish it." Roman said.

The two remained silent, just throwing sideways glares at each other.

Roman sighed, "Now, I think we can all agree that there was no winner here, okay? Both your tastes are equally awful, and we'll leave it at that."

That started another onslaught of yells, this time directed at Roman, and he smiled to himself in the front. It was fun making them mad. Relief from being scolded finally came when Roman grinned.

"Tunnel!" he yelled, stopping the car, "You two get the hell out."

Enzo's offended gasp was hilarious, and it was obvious that Dean was conflicted. He didn't want to go outside anymore, just to spite Roman. But... how the hell could he miss a tunnel?

In the end, he stuck his tongue out, in a very mature way, and stormed out of the car and into the back. As Roman started driving, he went on Dean's phone to play his type of music, and blasted it as loud as he could.

He laughed out loud when he heard the groans at the back of the truck. Screw these guys, Ed Sheeran was awesome.

In the back, Dean and Enzo were standing with their arms on the front of the truck, determined not to enjoy this. Because they so did not like Ed Sheeran. Nope. Not at all.

Enzo hoped Dean wouldn't notice that he had started bopping his head along with the song. He cleared his throat, as he tried to stop himself, but the beat was kinda awesome, and he almost couldn't help himself. He glanced sideways a little, to make sure that Dean wasn't seeing him. To his surprise Dean was already looking at him, and was mouthing along to the song too.

"Okay, so you also don't hate it?" Dean said quickly.

Enzo chuckled as he shook his head, "Damn it, I don't."

"Roman will never let us hear the end of it if we turned out to like his music," Dean groaned, his head still moving with the beat.

"Oh hell no." Enzo shook his head, "But it's cool. What Roman don't know won't hurt him, right?"

Dean nodded quickly, "So we don't have to pretend not to like it out here."

"What are you talking about?" Enzo scoffed, "I don't like this. I just... don't really hate it."

"Yeah," Dean nodded quickly, "Right. Yeah, me too."

The two looked straight ahead again, mouthing silently and tapping their feet, determined not to enjoy it. Until that it, the chorus came, and Enzo couldn't help himself, and he let it out.

Baby I'm

Daaaancing in the Dark!

With you between my arms

Baaaarefoot on the Grass!

Dean threw his hands up, following suit.

Listening to our favorite song

When you saaaid you looked a mess

I Whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it

Darling you look Perfect Tonight!

Their screaming singing probably didn't sound too great, but they were too into it to care. They sang the song that they absolutely did not actually like, word for word and perfectly in tune, with harmonies and thrown up arms and everything. They were having so much fun they didn't even have time to be embarrassed. When the song ended with a flourish, Dean and Enzo breathed heavily, their wind chaffed faces red and grinning.

"Not a word of this to Roman," Dean huffed immediately.

"Oh hell no." Enzo agreed, "He'd never let us hear the end of it. Besides, we don't even like that song."

"Exactly." Dean nodded. They shook on it, and were all ready to go back to just facing the wind quietly, but then another song started, and Enzo gasped. He turned to Dean slowly.

"You know, I don't hate this song that much either."

Dean grinned, "Neither do I!"

And so started another heated duet of Ed Sheeran's 'Thinking Out Loud'. Even though they didn't actually like the song because it was totally just for sissies.

The two were disappointed when the tunnel ended and they had to go back inside.

"He didn't hear us right?" asked Enzo ad he dismounted.

"Nah, we weren't that loud." shrugged Dean.

The two went into the car, happy that their secret Ed Sheeran burst would remain a secret. When there was no comment from Roman, they were sure that they were safe. They kept on driving, with more arguing about music, which then led to arguing about everything.

A lot of the time was spent with Enzo and Dean ganging up on Roman, and he got back at them by making sure to not make any pit stops. No matter how much the two complained about their bodies cramping.

Roman was determined to make them suffer a bit more, but he was finally worn down, and stopped at an empty looking gas station with a questionable looking diner. He really didn't want to stop, but if he kept driving he was positive that Dean and Enzo would rip the wheel out of his hands.

As soon as the car came to a halt, Dean jumped out and ran, straight to the bathroom.

Roman and Enzo weren't in such a hurry. Roman frowned before they left the car. He didn't want to say anything, and he tried to keep his mouth shut, but he couldn't help himself.

"Are... aren't you gonna change?"

Enzo looked down at himself, and then back at Roman, "Nah."

"Are you sure?" Roman couldn't help but ask."

Enzo frowned at him, "What, you don't like it?"

"Oh no, I do!" Roman said quickly, '"Just... ain't you gonna get cold?"

Enzo just scoffed as he shut the door behind him, "My blood is made of lava, Reigns. I don't get cold."

Enzo walked towards the diner, expecting Roman to follow. Roman wanted to talk a bit more about Enzo's attire, but he just shut his mouth, and followed, trying hard not to stare at him too much.

Inside, the diner was very empty, only a single waiter and one couple in a far off booth. Enzo had already made himself comfortable in a corner booth, his arms spread out to his sides as he waited.

Once Roman sat down, the waiter came with two menus.

"Thanks, we're gonna wait for someone for a couple minutes," Roman smiled at him.

The guy nodded, and walked away slowly, but his eyes never left the table. At all.

Enzo noticed immediately.

"I think that guy is checking me out," He muttered as his eyes narrowed at the counter.

Roman quickly turned to where Enzo was looking, and the waiter looked away quickly. But still, every few seconds he would look back at their table, and at Enzo, with knitted eyebrows.

"Oh yeah. He's definitely checking me out."

"Or," shrugged Roman, "He just recognizes you as a WWE Superstar. We get stared at all the time, you know that."

"Yeah well, then he'd be staring at both of us. Not just me."

The guy glanced Enzo's way again, and then looked away.

"Uh huh. Yeah. He wants some of this." he smirked.

"Enzo-" sighed Roman.

"Well then why else would he be staring?"

"Maybe it's cause you're wearing a harness." shrugged Roman, finally getting it out, "And, you know... nothing else."

Enzo narrowed his eyes at him, "Come on, don't say 'nothing else' like that. I'm totally wearing pants too."

"Yeah but I'm pretty sure you should be wearing something under the harness too," Roman said, "I don't know. Just... maybe."

Enzo narrowed his eyes at Roman, "There ain't nothing wrong with my harness."

"I'm not saying there is!" Roman held his hands up, "I'm just saying... maybe that's why he's staring."

"Or." Enzo said firmly, "I'm getting checked out. I'm a hot person Roman. People check me out."

Roman didn't know how to reply to that. He knew it was true. He personally checked Enzo out a lot more than was healthy. The only person who matched him in the 'checking Enzo out' department was Dean.

So Roman knew just how hot Enzo was. He just didn't quite like the fact that this waiter guy was looking. But he certainly couldn't say any of this out loud, obviously.

He let out a sigh, "Enzo, I'm just saying. The harness might just be-"

Enzo slapped his menu down, "Is it really that hard to believe that he might just find me hot?"

"I'm not saying he doesn't!" Roman insisted.

"Just not enough to actually care about my face instead of my weird clothes?"

"What?" Roman spluttered, "That's not what I-"

"What, Reigns, is it really that hard to believe that someone might just find me attractive?" Enzo didn't know why he was suddenly so angry. He knew that Roman was right about the harness probably being the cause of the staring, but for some reason, the fact that he had brought it up was making him fume.

"Enzo that's not what I'm saying!" Roman tried to speak up, but Enzo was on a rant.

"Well then what are you saying? Huh?" Enzo spat, "Why are you making it such a point to let me know that that guy ain't interested in me?

"Look, okay you're right. That guy probably was checking you out," he finally said, "But... but he shouldn't be!'

Enzo scoffed loudly, "And why the hell not?"

Roman spluttered, obviously unable to tell the truth. He certainly couldn't tell Enzo that he was jealous of some random guy because he was staring at Enzo. Whether because of the harness that completely showed off his body, or because he was actually checking him out. Either way, he was staring, and Roman didn't like it.

He was aware that thinking like a jealous possessive boyfriend was far from okay, but he really had a hard time keeping that in check. Like right now.

He swallowed when he realized that he had been quiet for too long.

"Because of Corey!" Roman finally got out.

Enzo looked at him, his expression pissed and kinda confused, "Corey?" he scoffed, "What about Corey?"

"Well," Roman glared, glad he had found an excuse that kinda made sense, "You two are together. You shouldn't be worried about other people finding you hot when you already have a boyfriend." Roman almost winced as he said it, knowing what a hypocrite he was.

Enzo looked at him with the same expression, "Are you fucking kidding me?" he said.

Roman stuck his nose up, "I'm serious... You gotta start acting like you're actually in a relationship Enzo, or else-"

"Oh for the love of god." Enzo leaned back in his seat, "Are you fucking listening to yourself?"

Roman blinked at him, "I-"

"Alright Reigns, listen to me and listen good. I. Am not. With Corey. He's a good friend who I sometimes fuck, and that's all. Not that any of that is your business."

Roman blinked at him some more, "but... but he said."

"I doubt he said much of anything." Enzo interrupted, "I'm not with Corey. I'm not with anyone."

"But... but then why-"

"Corey ain't the one I'm in love with for fucks sake!" he exploded, "Are you gonna get that through you're head?!"

The silence at the table was almost tangible as Enzo glared at Roman, and Roman stared back with wide eyes. He'd never had a fight like this with Enzo. He'd never seen him so mad at him. And he knew that it was his fault entirely.

"Enzo..."

"No, just forget it," Enzo waves his hand, "I get it. I get that I'm just the third wheeling friend around here who's expected to always be alone and sad and-"

"No you're not!" Roman tried to speak over him, "You know you're not!"

"Of course I am," Enzo said through gritted teeth, "But I'm more than your ugly friend who's only around to boost your egos, alright? I'm capable of having people look at me for more than the fact that sometimes I wear a harness. I'm more than my weird. remember? You guys are the ones who keep telling me that, so how about you actually act like you mean it!"

With that, Enzo kicked away from the table and got up, storming out of the diner and towards the car.

Roman was left at the table by himself, staring after him with wide eyes as he left. Not a minute later, Dean came to the table, and was surprised to see that Roman was alone.

"Where's Enzo?" he asked, as he sat down, "Ya'll didn't order without me did you?"

Roman just shook his head slightly.

"We, uh... we had a fight. I think."

Dean frowned, "About what?"

Roman held his head in his hands, "I was an idiot, and he called me out on it," he sighed. He told Dean what had happened, and Dean's sighed at him as he finished.

"Well shit. He... he said all that?"

"Uh huh."

"But we... we don't treat him like that. Do we? Is... is that how he always feels?"

Roman swallowed, and shrugged, "I don't know. But if it is, then we're really crappy friends."

Enzo felt like a really crappy friend. He was in the back of the truck, laying down and glaring at the clouds.

He felt like shit for yelling at Roman like that. For basically no reason. It was just a lot of boiled up tension just finally exploding out of him after so long, and he hated that he'd exploded at Roman, who had done nothing but try to protest his so called relationship with Corey.

Right? That's what he had been trying to do, right? He didn't actually think Enzo was incapable of being attractive, right? Is that what they thought?

The thought was like a stab in his chest. Sure, he knew that his love for Roman and Dean was probably the dumbest thing a person could feel, ever, and there was a zero percent chance of Dean and Roman looking at him as anything but a friend, but he had been kinda holding onto the hope that hopefully, they didn't find him totally disgusting. And now...

He let out a long sigh and he threw an arm over his eyes.

Well, way to ruin a perfectly good road trip,

Enzo hadn't even been alone for another five minutes when he started hearing footsteps coming towards the truck. He was hoping that the footsteps would lead to the doors, and the two would just get in the car and keep going.

But of course, things never turned out the way Enzo wanted them to, so instead they stopped at the back of the truck, only a foot away from him. Enzo didn't move, hoping that his silence would be a hint enough for them to leave him alone for a while. But they just stood there.

Enzo could practically hear them talking through looks as he just lay there. He really did not want to talk right now.

He hoped they weren't silently discussing ways to get rid of him the quickest. Roman had no doubt told Dean about Enzo's blow up, so now he had to do some double avoiding

Great, now he'd ruined their early dinner too.

The silence was only broken by loud sighs and clearing throats, and loud signs again, obviously trying to get Enzo's attention.

He opted to stay silent and let them tire themselves out until they decided to leave him alone and get back into the car and be the perfect couple while Enzo stayed on the outside, alone and in his harness that was actually making him quite cold now.

Dammit, Roman had been right about that.

The fact only made Enzo angrier, and he clenched his jaw shut. Could they just go already and leave him to sulk?

But, as usual, things didn't quite go Enzo's way.

There was finally one final loud sigh, and Dean's voice spoke up.

"Enzo?"

There was silence, again, as Enzo ignored them.

"Are... are you awake?"

Still Enzo said nothing. The two glanced at each other, and then Dean sighed again, "Uh... not for nothing, but... do you wanna put on a shirt?"

Before the words were even out of his mouth, Roman slapped Dean's arm and gave him a look of exasperation. Dean glared back.

"It's hard to concentrate when he's basically topless!" he mouthed, in a yell. Roman couldn't help but agree, but still. That was the worse thing to say at that moment. And sure enough, Enzo's arm finally moved away from his face, and his face was in a snarl, "Are you fucking kidding me?" Enzo said slowly.

"He only means because it's getting cold," Roman said quickly, "You don't need a shirt, you're perfect like this."

Enzo's face didn't change, and Roman rubbed a hand over his face and send a quick glare to Dean, who just shrugged apologetically.

"Look Enzo, I'm sorry." he all but slumped over the edge of the truck, "I'm an idiot who doesn't know when to shut his mouth, okay? But I swear, I wasn't trying to be a jerk or anything."

"It just happens naturally sometimes," Dean interjected helpfully.

Roman stared at him, wide eyes and exasperated, and Dean just motioned for him to carry on.

Roman turned back to Enzo, "Zo, I didn't mean to make you mad or hurt your feelings or none of that. And I love your harness! Seriously I do."

Enzo scoffed, and threw his arm back over his eyes.

"You're blowing this," Dean said.

"You need to shut up," Roman snarled at him. He looked back at Enzo, and spoke with a much softer voice, "Come on, Zo. Please don't be mad at me."

"I ain't mad," he muttered under his arm.

Dean winced, "Oh he's mad," he said quietly.

"I can see that Dean," Roman hissed. Again, he turned back to Enzo.

"Look, I had no right to even comment about the guy who was checking you out. And I know your relationship... or whatever... with Graves is none of my business, and I shouldn't comment on whoever checks you out. And fuck man, you know you're not a fucking third wheel. I mean, if you don't know that by now, then we're just doing a shitty job at being friends."

"Uh... 'we'?" Dean interjected, "I was in the bathroom I have nothing to do with this."

Roman glared, "Gee, thanks, Ambrose."

"No problem," Dean smiled, "Carry on."

Roman fought off a glare and turned his attention back to Enzo, "And I didn't mean to make it sound like that guy wasn't checking you out. He probably was, I mean, he had every reason to. And like I said, I really do like your harness. I mean...you know how I feel about safety."

Dean made a face, "Was that supposed to be a joke, Ro?"

"Dude, could you not!" he snapped.

Dean held his hands up and motioned for him to keep going, "Anyway. I'm serious, I think it looks great on you. I just didn't want you to be half naked. You know, in case you got cold in there." Well, it was half true, "And if that dude was looking at you just because of the harness, screw him because either way he's so not good enough for-"

"Okay, backtrack a bit." said Dean.

"Right." Roman cleared his throat, "What I mean is... I suck, okay. I stick my my nose in where I shouldn't, and I suck."

"There you go," Dean patted his back, "That's accurate."

"Dean!"

"What? I'm just agreeing with what you're saying! I'm helping!"

Roman just glared at him, and turned back to Enzo, who was still not looking at them, but Roman was sure he could see his mouth twitching a bit.

Right. figures that he'd appreciate Dean's commentary over Roman's weak ass apology. But still, if he wasn't mad, Roman was happy. He glanced at Dean, and saw that he too had noticed the half smile.

"Think he's still mad?" Dean whispered loudly on purpose.

"I don't know," Roman's whisper was just as loud.

"You know, when Jojo ignores us, tickling usually works."

There was finally a scoff under Enzo's arm, "I'm not a child, tickling ain't gonna do shit."

"Yeah that's what Jojo says," shrugged Dean.

Enzo just scoffed, "Well I ain't even ticklish anyway."

He kept on ignoring until he felt a hand on his side, and he finally sat up, jumping away from the touch.

"That don't mean you gotta check!"

Roman grinned in triumph when Enzo was finally looking at him, "Alright fine, I believe you." he sobered down with a sigh.

"Look, I really am sorry, Enzo."

Enzo shrugged, "Yeah I know. Me too. Shouldn't have blown up like that."

"Yeah you should have. I was being stupid."

"Well..." Enzo shrugged, "Yeah."

Dean laughed, and Roman just sighed through his smile, "Alright, is everyone done ganging up on me?"

"Not even close," Dean threw an arm over Roman and smacking a kiss on his cheek.

Enzo sat comfortably in the back, "Well, at least we all learned a valuable lesson here today."

"Yeah? What's that?"

"That my harness is really hot."

It really is. That's the main problem. Roman wanted to say. Instead, he forced out a laugh, "Yeah it is."

He pushed away from the truck. "Now, are we still gonna get some lunch in there?"

Enzo shrugged, "If you guys want to."

"I'm not that hungry anymore." said Dean, "We can just pick something up before we get home. Plus this place is dodgy. There's so many dead flies in the bathroom."

"So back to the road then." said Enzo.

"Alright kids, pack in," said Roman.

"I think I'll stay back here a while," He lay back down, "Enjoy the scenery."

"That's what windows are for," scoffed Roman, but Enzo just narrowed his eyes at him.

"You're so damn modernized," he sighed at him sadly, "Can't even appreciate a drive without windows."

"Well maybe I'd actually do some appreciating if I wasn't the only decent driver around here," he pointed out.

"Alright kids, stop your arguing," Dean held his hand up, feeling all grown up, "Now lets hit the road already. Zo, you want some company back here?" he jumped in before he could get an answer.

"Yeah Dean, join him," Roman smirked, "You two can sing some more Ed Sheeran duets."

The other two froze, and Roman's grin widened.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," Enzo said quickly.

"Yeah man, what are you talking about?"

Roman just threw his head back and laughed, making his way to the drivers seat, "I think ya'll sounded beautiful."

"Fuck, if you could hear us why didn't you say anything?' Enzo fumed as Roman laughed.

"You thought about taking it to Broadway?" he mocked again.

"Shut the fuck up," Dean glared at him, "It's not like we liked the song."

"Of course we didn't like the song," Enzo agreed, trying not to sound too defensive.

"Yeah I know, you loved it." Roman's grin was insatiable.

"That's bullshit!"

"We did not!"

"Why the hell would we like that? Who names a song something like 'Perfect' for god's sake," Enzo spat defensively,

"Or 'Thinking Out Loud?" Dean agreed, "Those are such dumb cliche' titles. I mean... they're so dumb."

"But you sang them beautifully," Roman kept going, "I could really hear the music in your voices."

"Shut up Roman," Dean said through gritted teeth.

"It's like I could feel the lyrics."

"Roman shut up," Enzo glared.

"Your love for my music just radiated from your-"

"Roman shut up!"

He didn't stop laughing as he finally got into the car, "I'll make sure to crank it up even higher this time," he yelled back at them.

Dean and Roman just glared, all but pouting as the car roared to life, along with the radio. Only a few seconds later, Roman had picked out a song. Enzo immediately recognized it as Taylor Swift.

"Are you fucking kidding me with this?" Dean grumbled.

"He's torturing us on purpose," said Enzo, "With this terrible, terrible music."

"Because it is terrible." nodded Dean.

"So terrible."

They sat in silence as the car sped up, and the music played on.

"I mean, what kind of person names their song 'Love Story'?"

"A person with terrible music," said Dean, "that's who."

"Truly terrible." Enzo nodded curtly.

The two seemed determined not to give into Roman's obviously terrible music, but not half a minute later, Roman's grin was wide as he heard two voices belting out about Romeo. He leaned back against the headrest, content as he drove. He could do this forever. Just him behind the wheel of an open road, listening to his boys singing louder than the radio.

His boys.

God, he loved the sound of that.

Despite the fact that his heart still ached from the fact that Enzo wasn't his as he would have liked him to be, this... this was still good. Just having him was good.

It was enough.

Right?

Right. He nodded at himself. The fight in the Diner had made him realize that.

He couldn't keep treating Enzo like he was his. His jealousy and possessiveness over Dean was far from okay, he knew that. It was even more unacceptable when it came to Enzo, who was just his friend who deserved to be with and look at whoever the hell he wanted without Roman throwing a fit.

He couldn't keep acting like this. It was destructive and stupid and ... and selfish.

Now that he thought about it, he was being really damn selfish. He already had everything he could want in his life. He was in love with a perfect man who loved him just as much. He had a beautiful daughter who he loved with everything he had. He had amazing friends and a great family and... and he was happy. He had everything, and he was happy.

But still, every time he looked at Enzo and knew that he couldn't just kiss whenever he wanted to... he didn't feel so happy.

So obviously there was something wrong with him. Why was he being so selfish? The grin that had been on his face had fast been wiped away, and Roman tried to shake himself out of this dark hole of thoughts he'd let himself fall into. He was finally pulled back when he heard whoops and laughter at the back of his truck as the song ended. Another one started immediately, and the whoops grew louder as Enzo and Dean started singing along to Katy Perry.

His lips stretched into a small smile when he looked in the rear-view mirror and saw that Dean and Enzo were no longer sitting down, and were dancing to 'Firework'.

He had half a mind to stop the car and tell them to sit the fuck down in case they fell out, but he knew they wouldn't listen, and he just couldn't interrupt this performance, so instead he slowed down a little bit. He had to constantly remind himself to look at the road and not stare at the mirror lest he crash.

But he could watch his boys all fucking day.

Wait no.

Enzo wasn't his. He had to remember that. And he had no choice but to accept it. And be okay with it.

He and Dean would be okay with it. They could love him from a distance, and it would be okay.

Roman nodded as he convinced himself that what he was saying was true.

No matter how much it broke his heart.