As if fate was mocking Seymour specifically, while he had laid in bed that night of the best day of his meager life, thoughts and heart filled with nothing but Audrey, lovely Audrey and the amazing, incredible, unbelievable moment they had shared, the kisses and caresses and sweet understanding between them that he had only hopelessly dreamed of before then and still didn't fully believe had really happened, especially between someone like her and someone like him, the realization that he was set to start a two week informational tour about Audrey 2 the next day had slowly, horrifically broke through his awareness. He had wanted to find a way to get out of it somehow more desperately than he had ever wanted anything besides her, he had suffered a second sleepless night in his quest to find any way to break this engagement of his past self's hold on him without Mr. Mushnik killing him and come out the other end of it empty-handed and seeing weird shapes that definitely weren't supposed to be there, and he had ultimately suffered two weeks that felt more like two years. The only thing that had carried him through, that had stopped him from spontaneously combusting after one too many days away from Audrey's enchanting, calming presence or one too many recitations of the question of what the plant lived on had been the memory of the warm but all too short goodbye she had given him before he left. With tongue.
Seymour attempted to collect himself for a moment before bursting through the front doors of the shop, simultaneously exhilarated by the thought of reuniting with Audrey and terrified that their two weeks apart had given her time to come to the realization she somehow seemingly hadn't come to already that she was way out of his league, and looked around for her on the storefront, his confusion slowly growing as he didn't see her. Why wasn't she here? It was still around the time when they would be doing their closing duties, right? And she had said she'd be waiting for him when he got back… she must've realized how much better she could do than him… of course she had, it was so obvious, he hadn't even been able to take care of her abuser and the plant that was making money for her properly… Said plant snapped him out of his spiraling, dejected thoughts but not the emotions imbued in them by righting itself and addressing him. Seymour had dreaded the first moment he would inevitably be alone in the shop with it, he had thought for sure that it would be furious with him for failing to 'cut the crap and bring on the meat' as they had agreed, but for some reason it addressed him with something almost akin to kindness, as well as… pity? "Sit down, I got some bad news and it's gonna hurt."
Suddenly, Seymour felt himself falling into a chair that the plant had pressed up against his legs with what felt like as fine a touch as it could manage with such blunt instruments as vines. He tried and failed to process the full implications of what it had said for a long moment, his heart sinking further than he had previously thought possible. "...What… what is it?" After a pause, the plant moved his chair and him slightly closer to it before responding, using a vine to make a grand sweeping gesture that a person would use an arm for. "Audrey's been runnin' around on you with that dentist of hers since you've been gone." Seymour barely processed the plant's switch from something almost resembling sympathy to its more characteristic crass amusement through the ringing in his ears and the tears forming in his eyes, that he tried desperately to blink back even in his devastation but probably didn't succeed at much, he couldn't tell and didn't care as he reeled from this news. "You should've heard the ruckus they've been making. Ohhh, Orin!"
The plant's sick, mocking caricature of Audrey's voice in what had apparently been the throes of passion with her horrible, traitorous ex… former ex, it seemed… pushed Seymour completely over the edge he hadn't known he had been teetering on, and he broke down completely. He didn't know exactly what that breaking down completely had entailed for what could've been seconds or hours, he felt like he was simultaneously entirely out of his body as well as time and space right now and trapped, frozen, useless within them, but eventually he processed that a Kleenex had been dropped onto his lap by the plant and then that he had practically collapsed sobbing under the weight of what had just happened, what had just been revealed to him and his sin of not murdering Orin when he had had the chance rather than standing up and demanding that it cut that out. What was he doing to her… Seymour would've never thought that she would get back with him willingly, even when the competition was him, but apparently she had even been… calling out his name? It didn't even sound like she had been faking it, from the plant's crude rendition… He wasn't even good enough to outcompete a creep?!
Seymour heard the plant speak again, in a way that suggested it had already said what it was saying to him now once or many times while he had been unable to hear it or anything. "Come on, boy, don't take it this hard. I've even been with 'er myself." …It had… it had what?! …He wasn't even good enough to outcompete a plant?! And that was supposed to make him feel better?! As Seymour slowly managed to look up at it, perplexed even in the midst of utter devastation, he saw it slide some kind of blurry shape towards him with a vine through the tears in his eyes. It hit his foot, and he shakily reached for it after a pause, processing after a long moment that it was the gun he had cowardly failed to kill Orin with and then that he had nearly just accidentally pulled the trigger. Maybe if he had he would've been granted some luck today in the form of the bullet bouncing off of something and driving itself into his head… he probably wouldn't have, the universe usually had no such kindnesses in store for him and he had completely fumbled the last one it had graced him with… but the plant was right, he had to go pick up the slack he had dropped that fateful day, make things something at least kind of resembling right by finishing what he had started with Orin and finishing him off before he could violate the terms of that stupid deal they had made and Audrey any further. If he ever managed to collect himself enough to leave the shop, let alone confront and kill him, anyway…