He was silent the entire way back to the hotel. Brock was usually a quiet guy, but he was never as quiet as he was then. The silence was odd, too uncomfortable, and that wasn�t something that was normal between us. There was something else. There had to be. I assumed Vince would give him quite the scare and from the looks of it he did a good job of that. It angered me more than anything to know that Vince could frighten him so easily. I kept glancing over at him as I drove us to the hotel, just hoping he would say something, or just turn away from the window and look at me. I would be content if he just did anything but stare blankly out the car window.
I allowed one of my hands to leave the steering wheel, sliding it down to the seat and taking Brock�s hand in mine. I only held it for a second before he jumped and jerked his hand away, his head snapping in my direction and him just eyeing me like I had done something wrong. The unexpected reaction caused me to lose control of the car for a moment, it swerving slightly before I could once again gain control. I panicked for only a second and then was fine. I looked back over at Brock, glancing over every few seconds with a confused expression on my face.
�What was THAT about?� I questioned. He just looked at me blankly, obviously not sure of why he had reacted the way he did.
�I�m sorry...� He said quietly. With that he got comfortable in his seat again and looked out the window. I frowned deeply, narrowing my eyebrows with frustration. I thought for maybe a moment he was angry that I couldn�t get him out of talking to Vince alone, but I knew Brock wasn�t like that. Brock wouldn�t be spiteful towards me for something like that. Then again, he wasn�t really being spiteful. He was just being abnormally quiet. And it worried me. A lot.
He was silent as we were walking to our hotel room as well. He looked at the floor the entire way, shuffling his feet along like a child who had just been scolded for doing something wrong. We had been scolded for doing something �wrong�, hadn�t we? I suppose it made sense then. I unlocked our door and allowed him in first, following close behind him and shutting the door. I locked it like I always do and set my bags down in the corner. By the time I made it over to the bed, Brock had already flopped down and curled himself up on the bed. I got on the bed and crawled up to him, sitting cross legged and gently tracing his jaw line with my fingers. He looked so at peace, looked as if the day had been normal and he was merely trying to get some sleep. I laid down next to him and took him into my arms, letting him rest his head on my chest and put his arms around me. He sighed, but he quivered as he did it. He was trembling and grabbing onto me tighter. I looked down at him and kissed him on the forehead.
�I�m sorry. I really am, Brock.� I told him. He, like before, refused to accept my apology.
�I told you it was alright, Kurt. We both still have our jobs and that�s all that matters.� He told me. It relieved me to hear him say more than two words.
�I�m still sorry. I know how much he scares you, and I shouldn�t have allowed it. I should have just pulled you back from that office and both of us should have just walked away.� I told him. He whimpered slightly, which worried me even more than I already was. He buried his face in my chest and clenched my shoulders in his hands. I felt his body begin to shake violently. �Brock?� He let out a sob, and I tried to make him look at me, but he wouldn�t budge. He held onto me tighter and refused to even let me look at his face.
�I-I�m sorry...� He stuttered out over his sobs.
�For what?! There�s no reason for you...�
�I almost cost us our jobs! I almost cost you everything you�ve ever worked for!� He said with a strained tone. He looked up at me and he was crying, tears slipping down his beautiful face. I grabbed him by the chin to keep him looking at me.
�Listen, I wouldn�t want to take back a second of what happened in the ring, alright? It doesn�t matter to me what Vince thought of it, I liked it.� I told him, standing my ground on the issue. He didn�t know, but it was basically the same thing I told Vince earlier. I didn�t care what he thought, I enjoyed it. �And I liked doing it with YOU. I love you, Brock.� It was the first time I had actually said it to him since we had gotten involved. He seemed to have a sparkle in his eye as I said it, this adoring look on his face.
�I love you too.� He said softly. I kissed him gently, wiping his tears away with my hand and then hugging him tightly again. That was the most we discussed it that night. We simply fell asleep in each others arms, and it was like everything was alright. It was alright. We had each other, we had our jobs...everything was fine. Everything was fine.

Part 4