Seth strips down to only his underwear after entering the bathroom. He quickly glances at himself in the mirror. A hand ruffles his hair. The gel from the precious day still has some of its effects, resulting in the most odd looking do. He grins to himself before taking his contacts out, placing them in their container in the stand in front of him. He rubs into his eyes, and switches the shower on. He lazily regards the tent in his boxers. Slowly, he pulls the piece of fabric down. His arousal springs out, standing proud before him. Seth hastily jumps under the shower and, as the warm water streams down his hair, down his head, down to his body, his full body basking in the warmth of the water, a firm hand finds his stiff member. Long, slender fingers wrap themselves around his cock. He starts to roughly pump the tip. He places his other hand on the cold tiles of the wall before him, to support himself so that his knees don't buckle too much after shooting his load, as his hand move downwards with a firm grasp on his dick, along his shaft, towards the base. He groans loudly, throwing his head slightly back when he increases the pace, pumping his aching cock fast.

30 or so minutes later, he makes his way downstairs, casually dressed as he furiously dries his messy, soppy, wet hair with a towel. He's in an extremely good mood, feeling relieved and refreshed with plenty of endorphins surging though his body. He smirks wickedly, placing an arm around your shoulders as he takes a seat beside you on the couch. "Hi", he says, voice mellow and seductive, and plants a kiss on your cheek.

"Mike called", you say, your tone of voice indifferent. It lacks your usual enthusiasm, your joy even. It misses that spark.

"Oh?", he asks, surprised, asking you to elaborate.

"If you could call him back as soon as possible"

"Oh", he chuckles, "I'll do that later. I want to spend some time with you first"

"Hmm", you vaguely respond, your reply bitter, "I bet you do"

He frowns, finally picking up on your mood and your somewhat hostile attitude and posture, "If this is about earlier, I'm sorry. You know how grumpy I can get in the morning"

You simply nod, agreeing, but not daring to look him in the eyes. Tears start to well up in your eyes. He retrieves his arm to direct himself properly at you. He attempts to hold your hand, to soothe you, to calm you down, to be there for you, but you won't allow him. You pull back, and it's then that he realizes your clutching his cell phone.

" Oh, fuck. Jesus Christ," realization dawns upon him. A trembling hand reaches his chin and covers his mouth as he closes his eyes, shaking his head, "No..."

"Yes", you answer bluntly, finally staring back at him, eyes blazing with fire. You're beyond anger at this point as a tear streams down your face. He slowly opens his eyes, meeting yours.

"I'm so sorry", he softly whispers.

A smile creeps up, as you're on the verge of crying, "You know what the worst part is? You're not. Not genuinely, at least. You're just sorry you got caught. I had to find out all by myself. I was just lucky that Mike called. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known, ever, that I was living this big, fat, fake lie. There is no fairytale!"

He lowers his head in shame and you rise to your feet. "What will you do?", he hesitantly asks, his voice weak, on the verge of breaking, along with its owner.

"I need to get out of here, clear my head, reconsider some choices I've made in life"

"Reconsider me", he states.

"Yes"

He buries his head in his hands and gently starts to sob.

It surprises you how quickly you've packed your precious items. You've called your best friend. She had warned you in the first place, noticing how your mood these past few weeks had progressively grown worse. She had been right, about everything. After you'd called, she was there in a heartbeat, ready to assist you. She helped with getting your bags downstairs. After she did so, you stare towards the living room. He's still there, body slumped. His frame appears fragile, weak, ready to break down at the smallest setback. He hasn't left at all. You'd expect him to, for him to go on about his business, resume work, as he normally, and always, does. It's his way of dealing with whatever hit him, his way of coping. Not this time. In fact, he's still sitting in the same position. His face is still deeply buried in his hands. Though, he appears to have stopped crying.

You approach him slowly. Your friend follows you in your footsteps, ready to jump in and save the day, all for you.

"I'll be off now", you hesitantly say, a small pinch of remorse shimmering through. He swallows hard and finally looks up. His brown eyes stare intensely into yours, unconsciously pleading you to forgive him. They're red and puffy from crying. He silently nods in acknowledgement, accepting your decision and knowing all too well that he can not talk you out of it. Frankly, anything he'd say now, would be something he will regret later on, for it will only work in vain and even against him. He's aware of this.

"I'm so sorry", he utters, voice small yet rough, crackling from emotion, "I never intended to hurt you. I love you, with all my heart"

You're not sure if you should believe him, but he seems stripped off of any defense mechanisms, of any lies. This is his bare soul before you, realizing he's committed the worst mistake of his life. Seth MacFarlane is never sorry. Seth MacFarlane never cries and most certainly - Seth MacFarlane never shows any vulnerability or any weakness to others. You're slightly in awe by this. You realize that, before you, is a broken man.

" YOU SHOULD'VE KNOWN BETTER THAN TO RUN OFF TO THAT LITTLE WHORE!", your friend from behind you screams. Instantly, Seth looks away. He doesn't fight back. He doesn't argue. He simply agrees and has to face the consequences, whatever they may be.

"As soon as I figure out my decision, I'll let you know", you hold up your phone.

"Yeah, let's see if you can put it to better use this time"

He humbly nods, ignoring your friend's remark and locks gazes with you, "Thank you".

"This doesn't mean anything," you quickly add, "I have yet to make my decision"

"I know, but at least you're not filing for divorce straight away"

"You're lucky she's considering to give you a second chance. She ought to fucking kick you hard in the nuts"