Despite her newfound relationships, she had not told the shield that she had the tags. Cena found this out when he went over to her hotel room one night.
"I understand that you don't want me, but can we just talk?" he asked quietly as he knocked. Rollins opened the door wordlessly as Cena entered. Reigns stood crouched in the corner glaring as Ambrose and the champion stood in the kitchen singing Fistful of Tears in surprising harmony.
…Trying to keep you from losing your mind. Open your eyes, see what's in front of your face…
Cena was surprised at how stable Ambrose seemed when not in front of the camera. Eventually Rollins yelled company. And Ambrose stopped abruptly, blushing deeply. He left to go to the bedroom, chased by a chuckling Rollins. Reigns crouched in the corner, looking over at Cena angrily.
"What's going on, Feels? I'll be over in a second. "She finished preparing their dinner. She wiped her hands and placed the items in the oven before strolling over to Cena. He noticed that her hair was down, and marveled at the length.
"What's up?" she sat down on the smallish couch. Cena sat, taking up the rest of the space.
"I guess, you know, just pressure with being who I am-"
"Hang on, feels. Roman." She said firmly. Reigns stood, glaring, and left the corner, to storm towards the bedroom.
"You were saying?"
"You know, you were the only one I told, and now, you know, Nikki wants to marry me…"
"Without saying any names," she pointed to the bedroom "That could be a problem. Do you love her?"
"Yeah, but I- there's other factors."
"Do those other factors let you be happy with her? "
"Yes, I guess."
"Is it that you aren't entirely happy, or that you feel incomplete, or you think that would make problems not solve them?"
"The first one, but if I try, the last one."
"All you have to do is peruse the other factors, and if the result of that is that you have the all clear, and the other factors comprehend the necessity, then, go for it. Give it your all."
"What if I get a false all clear?"
"That's not your fault, is it?"
Cena looked at his hands. "If you can't trust her with all the factors, then don't. A wise person once said, 'you can't give someone your heart if you can't give them your back.'"
Cena smirked at the turn of phrase. "I guess that answers it, then." His eyes bugged as the savory scent of their dinner wafted through the air. His stomach growled softly as he stood. "I'm gonna go." As Cena opened the door, she walked over with him. She closed the door and smirked as she heard soft moans coming from the bedroom.