"Trish, Trish, I need to talk to you," Chris protested as he caught up with the blonde, who was walking beside of Christy, the two of them arm in arm as they headed down to the lobby to get the continental breakfast. Christy wasn't an early riser by any means, but Trish had managed to gently prod her into getting up early and going shopping with her in the form of promising her breakfast first. The blonde stopped in her tracks and turned to face Chris, her eyes dark and her jaw set.

"Oh, wow, look, Chris Jericho actually wants to speak to me." Her hand came up to cover her mouth in fake shock. She nudged Christy, dropping her hand. "Christy, do you believe this? He actually wants to talk to me after ignoring me for three days."

"I heard him," the redhead replied. "Jericho, you had better make it quick."

"I won't take up too much of your time," the blond man insisted, his eyes pleading with Trish. "Just listen to me? Please?"

"Why should I care about anything you have to say?" Trish replied, bitterly. "I mean, you've only ignored me for the duration of this trip, and now you want to talk to me and you think I'll listen? Why should I? Why would I want to?" She folded her arms over her chest. "Well, Chris? Aren't you going to plead your case and tell me that I'm making a big mistake by not listening to you?"

"No," Chris said quietly, his voice barely audible. "I was a jerk to you, and I understand if you don't want to talk to me. I don't blame you for that at all. But…" he paused, running his hands through his long, thick hair, "believe me when I say there's a reason."

"A reason?" Trish scoffed. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "So, let me make sure I heard you clearly. You've ignored me in every way possible, acted like a complete…" she fumbled for the words, clearly frustrated and flabbergasted by Chris' actions. "No, listen to me, Chris. I have spent days worrying, days, do you understand me?" She pointed a finger at him angrily. "I haven't slept in nights because I've been trying to figure out what I did or what I said to make you act this way, and all you can do is tell me that there's a reason? Are you freaking kidding me, Chris?" She threw her hands up in exasperation.

"Trish, please…just listen to me?" Chris' blue eyes were pleading, and Trish found herself looking away quickly. She was not going to let him do this. He owed her more than a simple "sorry". He owed her ia lot/I more than that. Chris had embarrassed and upset her in so many different ways, and she was furious with him for making her feel inadequate. Even simple little gestures like a hug or a kiss on the cheek were not reciprocated, which only added to her insecurities. She just refused to accept that there was a reason for behavior, because she hadn't done anything to make him act that way. She wasn't cheating on him, she never would, but for some reason, he had been distancing himself from her, and she didn't like it, but she'd given up trying to fix it.

"Why?" she repeated. "Why should I listen? Why should I care? You showed no regard for my feelings, Chris. You weren't there when I was scared; you don't know how I felt." Trish sucked in a breath as she ran a hand through her hair. "No idea how I felt," she said quietly.

"Then tell me," Chris replied, as he reached for the blonde's hand. He took her hand in his and squeezed gently, massaging her palm with his thumb as he spoke. "How did I make you feel?"
"Like I was invisible or something to you," Trish kept her eyes to the floor, "like you just didn't care about me anymore. I don't know why you did this, Chris."

"Neither do I," he replied, and Trish could hear the guilt and regret in his voice, but she chose to ignore it. "God, I've been so stupid, haven't I?"

"Yes." Her answer was curt. Her head snapped up, meeting Chris' vibrant blue eyes. "You hurt me, Chris, you really did."

"I…God." His voice trailed off, as he wrapped his arms around the blonde and pulled her close to him in a tight hug. "I'm so sorry, Trish."

"You keep saying that, but it doesn't mean anything if you're not willing to back it up," the blonde mumbled against his chest.

"Let me try?" Chris released Trish from his grip, tilting her chin up and rubbing her cheek with his thumb. "Please."

"I don't know," Trish stated. "I have to go, Chris, Christy's waiting for me." She turned to leave, but Chris' hand closed firmly around her wrist, pulling her back.

"At least think about it, Trish…please."

"I will, but I can't promise anything," the blonde replied as she jerked out of Chris' grip.