~Roman~
He was left alone in the hotel room staring at the now closed door. She'd actually walked out. He settled on the end of the bed and stared at the floor before lifting his hands and rubbing them over his face with a heavy sigh. That is really not how he thought telling her about he and Alexa would go down. He flopped backwards on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Layne had crept up on him. He thought the storyline would just run it's course and that was it. Then he had it bad for the petite dark haired woman. It hit him like a ton of bricks. It was obvious that they had something, even with her engaged to someone else. He respected her decision to not be a cheater, at least physically - because there was definite emotional cheating going on. Then, she chose to take a temporary exit to clean up her real life. He'd watched for a short bit from backstage, as Braun took out his rage on her, and then ran out. By the time he'd gotten there, as per the script, she'd been 'out'. He'd gotten Braun to retreat and remained by her side as they loaded her onto the gurney to remove her for her medical leave. His hand in her own, as he leaned down to her, she'd told him she loved him. It was the last words spoken for months. Then she comes back, and he's pretty much assumed that she chose to get married. To the point he dreaded looking at Insider reports and wedding announcements. He dreaded the day she'd return with a wedding ring on her finger. So he started seeing Alexa to ease his loneliness. Months later, there Layne is again. No ring on her finger, and telling him she called it off.
Roman pushed off the bed, and moved to the mini-bar, his large hand capturing most of the bottles in it. Within minutes, he'd downed a couple of them, and they littered the floor around him when he settled with his back against the bed. There's a pounding on the door that causes him to look at it. "C'mon Uce, let me in." Dean's voice made it through the door. Roman shoved his hand through his hair. He didn't get up, he didn't reply. "Uce. Man. I get it. But let me in, brother, don't shut me out." Dean called. Roman lifted another of those little bottles and swallowed it down. "It's unlocked." He said, his tone enough to push his voice to Dean's ears, and the door handle turned and Dean peeked in. He sighed the moment he saw his best friend. "Oh, Uce. What the fuck, man." He closed the door behind him and locked it. No need to be interrupted. Moving across the room, his booted foot kicked bottles out of his way. Settling on the end of the bed at Roman's side, he took a deep breath. "Seth stopped her from getting in her truck." He said, quietly. It was how they'd known something was wrong. After all this time, those two should have never been leaving this hotel room, but when Layne had been seen crossing the lobby angrily, Seth had ran to intercept, and Dean had come up here to talk to his bestie.
Roman nodded, and then uncapped another little bottle. "Uce, you're gonna clear out the mini-bar. Stop." Dean smacked the bottle out of his hand and the whiskey splattered the carpet, and then spilled out of the bottle when it landed. Roman glared at him, lips twisting wryly. "You told her about Alexa. She walked out. This can be fixed." Dean said. Roman shook his head. "You didn't hear her voice, man. I've never ever heard her that disappointed in me. And that says a lot, given the shit I've done." He replied. Dean grunted and then flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. "Bro. That woman would forgive you for destroying the universe. It might hurt right now, but Layne isn't stupid. She will come around, she just needed time to lash out. Get it off her chest. In the end, she's going to realize she asked a lot of you without giving anything back in all these months. Not even a word... Shit happens. Mistakes made. What really counts is what you two feel, and nothing fucking else." Dean said. He's a bit surprised at his own wisdom. He hasn't even been drinking. And it sucks doing these talks sober. He lifted his head to find his best friend staring at him, with an expression that said he was thinking the same damn thing. "When did you get so prolific?" Roman grumbled. Dean shrugged. " It happens now and again. Don't tell Seth. He'll expect it more." Roman shook his head and then smiled. "You're probably right." He said. "Hell yes, I'm right. I'm always right." Dean replied. Roman punched him in the leg, Dean groaned, and rolled off the bed. " I should charge you for my wisdom now."