Post by Dean Harper on Aug 7, 2024 23:13:04 GMT
Dean was lying on the couch of the hotel suite, reading a magazine on how to help kids handle divorce while Damien was in the other room in his therapy appointment. The door was closed so Damien could talk about whatever he needed to without worrying about anyone else's feelings.
There was a knock on the door. Dean set the magazine aside and walked casually to the front door opening it, hand on his hip, “Warren.”
"Figured we should talk."
"Sure." Dean stepped back allowing Warren to come into the room.
Warren nodded as he walked in, “Thank you,” he said for the sake of civility.
Dean closed the door and grabbed his coffee off the side table, "So is this to tell me not to flirt with Rob again?"
“No, no,” Warren laughed, “You’re free to flirt with who you want. It’s who you are. All things considered, your flirting is something I have the least problem with.”
"Should we try talking about us?" Dean asked sipping his lukewarm coffee to give himself to do with his hands.
“It’s why I’m here, I couldn’t divorce you without at least trying to talk to you.”
"Sure." Dean nodded, acting casually as he was leaning against the couch. "I went too far. You want out. I’ve seen the interviews you’ve been doing plus the latest promo."
“You did, I apparently wasn’t clear Viv and Shea were the exceptions who were never to be harmed, unless there was no other choice for you. Like in a match or something, like when you had April at your side and turned on her. Maybe not making that distinction absolutely clear is on me. I’ve never been the best at communicating with you, I’m sorry.”
"Vivienne wants you dead. I thought that made her fair game. But you still want her protected more than even our family,” Dean shrugged, still not saying he was sorry for what happened. He felt entirely justified. He’d done what needed to be done.
“I haven’t contacted anyone legally about the divorce yet. Didn’t seem fair to just spring it on you. I’m not an arsehole.”
"Sure. But Given a choice between me and Vivienne, you pick her. Not much to talk about is there? And it's fine. I'm glad there is finally a level of honesty about the tier list in your heart. You can call me insecure all you want. But I was right. You love her and Shea more than you ever loved me. And ..." Dean set the coffee aside, "And fuck, that's all I've been asking for the last two years. That's what I needed to hear. So thank you for finally being honest about it, Warren."
“I guess you’re right, I do.”
Dean kissed Warren softly on the lips, a final bittersweet kiss goodbye. One Warren didn’t reciprocate, confirming that the feelings just weren’t there for Warren anymore, if he ever felt anything to begin with. "I can let you go now that I know.” Dean stepped away from Warren again, "And just like that, I don't love you anymore. See? Easy. Want me to call my lawyer and get this rolling?”
“Please, I think that would be best. If you don’t mind. I won’t contest anything. I have no legal standing over your parental rights with Damien anyway. I never officially adopted him. I would still like to be in his life though, just as Warren, not Dad, if that’s okay. I do still love the kid, after all.”
But not you. He never loved you. It was all psychological warfare to get the belt. Always has been. You dumb fucking idiot.
"Consider it done.” Dean smiled, “I’ll talk to Damien, leave the decision of how much he still wants to see you up to him. If that’s all I have calls to make.”
“That’s all,” Warren sighed, “Thank you for understanding.”
Dean closed the door after Warren left, for good this time, and walked to the couch before slumping onto the couch feeling the walls crumbling. “Alexa? Play ‘I can do it with a broken heart’.”
‘Playing ‘I Can Do It With A Broken Heart’ by Taylor Swift.’ the Bluetooth speaker chirped.
There was a knock on the door. Dean set the magazine aside and walked casually to the front door opening it, hand on his hip, “Warren.”
"Figured we should talk."
"Sure." Dean stepped back allowing Warren to come into the room.
Warren nodded as he walked in, “Thank you,” he said for the sake of civility.
Dean closed the door and grabbed his coffee off the side table, "So is this to tell me not to flirt with Rob again?"
“No, no,” Warren laughed, “You’re free to flirt with who you want. It’s who you are. All things considered, your flirting is something I have the least problem with.”
"Should we try talking about us?" Dean asked sipping his lukewarm coffee to give himself to do with his hands.
“It’s why I’m here, I couldn’t divorce you without at least trying to talk to you.”
"Sure." Dean nodded, acting casually as he was leaning against the couch. "I went too far. You want out. I’ve seen the interviews you’ve been doing plus the latest promo."
“You did, I apparently wasn’t clear Viv and Shea were the exceptions who were never to be harmed, unless there was no other choice for you. Like in a match or something, like when you had April at your side and turned on her. Maybe not making that distinction absolutely clear is on me. I’ve never been the best at communicating with you, I’m sorry.”
"Vivienne wants you dead. I thought that made her fair game. But you still want her protected more than even our family,” Dean shrugged, still not saying he was sorry for what happened. He felt entirely justified. He’d done what needed to be done.
“I haven’t contacted anyone legally about the divorce yet. Didn’t seem fair to just spring it on you. I’m not an arsehole.”
"Sure. But Given a choice between me and Vivienne, you pick her. Not much to talk about is there? And it's fine. I'm glad there is finally a level of honesty about the tier list in your heart. You can call me insecure all you want. But I was right. You love her and Shea more than you ever loved me. And ..." Dean set the coffee aside, "And fuck, that's all I've been asking for the last two years. That's what I needed to hear. So thank you for finally being honest about it, Warren."
“I guess you’re right, I do.”
Dean kissed Warren softly on the lips, a final bittersweet kiss goodbye. One Warren didn’t reciprocate, confirming that the feelings just weren’t there for Warren anymore, if he ever felt anything to begin with. "I can let you go now that I know.” Dean stepped away from Warren again, "And just like that, I don't love you anymore. See? Easy. Want me to call my lawyer and get this rolling?”
“Please, I think that would be best. If you don’t mind. I won’t contest anything. I have no legal standing over your parental rights with Damien anyway. I never officially adopted him. I would still like to be in his life though, just as Warren, not Dad, if that’s okay. I do still love the kid, after all.”
But not you. He never loved you. It was all psychological warfare to get the belt. Always has been. You dumb fucking idiot.
"Consider it done.” Dean smiled, “I’ll talk to Damien, leave the decision of how much he still wants to see you up to him. If that’s all I have calls to make.”
“That’s all,” Warren sighed, “Thank you for understanding.”
Dean closed the door after Warren left, for good this time, and walked to the couch before slumping onto the couch feeling the walls crumbling. “Alexa? Play ‘I can do it with a broken heart’.”
‘Playing ‘I Can Do It With A Broken Heart’ by Taylor Swift.’ the Bluetooth speaker chirped.
Well howdy there pardner.