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I Thought You Might Be Mine (Ricochet) - Part 5.5

February 8th, 2018 Orlando, Florida

On a chilly winter’s day in the beginning of February, while Iris Capshaw spoke with Tommaso and Christopher outside of the rings, the last thing she thought she would hear was, “There’s the bitch I gotta talk to.”

When Iris spun around to locate the voice, she saw Tessa Blanchard making her way towards her, a determined and angry look on her face.  It was then that Iris realized she was the bitch Tessa was looking for, and the bitch Tessa wanted to talk to.

“Tessa?  What are you doing he --”

“Don’t play fucking dumb with me,” Tessa growled as she got into Iris’s personal space, causing Iris to back up a few steps defensively.  

Immediately, Chris and Tommaso moved to separate Tessa away from her, pulling Iris back even more.  “Hey Trev…Trevor!” Chris called out from behind her, yelling loud enough so Trevor, who was on the other side of the room in another ring, could hear – and if he couldn’t, at least the word would get out.  “Someone get Trevor!”

“For such a smart bitch you always play fucking dumb.  That act is over,” Tessa warned.

“What are you talking about?”

“You think you can just waltz around here and pretend you don’t know?  You know what the fuck is going on, Iris.  You know what this is about.”

Iris honestly had no idea, and was getting more scared every second.  She knew the men surrounding her would intervene if anything was to happen, but that didn’t stop the nerves.  Tessa could absolutely whoop her ass if she wanted to – easily.  Like, it wouldn’t even be a fight.  Not that Iris would get into a fight.  But Tessa was definitely looking for one.  

“Tessa, I honestly have no clue what you’re talking about,” Iris said as calmly as she could.  “What’s going on?”

Tessa pursed her lips before chuckling to herself and rolling her eyes.  “Such a dumb bitch,” she muttered.  In a flash second, her expression changed from annoyed back to angry.  Before Iris could comprehend what was happening, she felt Tessa shove her violently, causing Iris to stumble back into Tommaso who had blocked her from crashing into the ring apron.

‘Hey hey hey hey!  Whoa whoa whoa!  Tessa!  Tessa get out of here!  Tessa what the fuck?!  Hey now!’ Iris heard a flurry of voices as Tommaso caught her.  Wrestlers from the nearby ring dispersed to be on the frontlines of the situation.  Out of the corner of her eye, Iris noticed John Gargano jump out of the ring and throw himself in between her and Tessa.  

“Tessa, what the fuck are you doing?!” John demanded.  

“This fucking bitch knows what she did!” Tessa exclaimed.

Before anyone could say anymore, the one person who both women wanted to be there – needed to be there – showed up, clearly fuming.  “The hell’s going on here?” Trevor demanded.  When he saw Iris so close to Tommaso, John in between the women, and the look of pure hatred on Tessa’s face, he got a general idea.  This was happening.  This was really happening at the Performance Centre.  “What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded from Tessa.

“It was Iris all along, wasn’t it?” Tessa demanded.  “She’s one of the girls you fucked with, isn’t she?”

“Tessa --”

Oh.  Oh.  So this was happening right now.  In front of everybody.  Iris couldn’t believe that everybody at the Performance Centre was going to be privy to this.  The thought of them watching, seeing, hearing everything made her skin crawl.  “We never --” Iris tried to get a word in.

“I didn’t ask you, bitch,” Tessa growled at Iris.  

“ENOUGH!” Trevor screamed at his ex-girlfriend.  From behind Trevor, Iris watched as none other than William fucking Regal entered the fold, pushing trainees out of the way so he could see what the commotion was.  She felt like she was going to throw up.  “You think I was hooking up with all these other girls --”

“You were, Trevor!  And she was probably your main fuck, wasn’t she?” Tessa nodded her head in Iris’s direction.  “Just tell the truth for once in your life, asshole!”

“You want the fucking truth?  Here’s the fucking truth,” he growled, staring down his ex-girlfriend.  “Every time I begged for something to happen with Iris, literally begged, on my hands and fucking knees, she rejected me.  Every.  Fucking.  Time.  I wish to God something had happened between the two of us so I wouldn’t have had to put up with this!”

And there it was, out in the open.  In front of all his peers, bosses, and trainers, Trevor had taken the bullet for her.  He made himself look like the bad guy.  He lied, of course – but only he and Iris knew that.  On record now, in front of some of the most important people in the wrestling industry, he took the brunt of the blame.

“I don’t believe you,” Tessa spat at Trevor, shaking her head.  She turned to look towards Iris.  “You’re a fucking snake.  I know you two hooked up--”

“Tessa, for the love of God, I’m engaged!” Iris finally found her voice.  She threw up her hand to show her ring, as if everyone crowded around them didn’t already know.  “You know!  You know I’ve been engaged since last year!”

“It doesn’t matter!”

“Of course it matters!  God, Tessa, stop projecting your insecurities onto me!”

That apparently hit a chord, because Tessa’s face scrunched up in anger again, and for a moment, Iris thought she would battle through John and Tommaso for another shot at her.  It wasn’t until William Regal stepped forward that Iris felt a miniscule safer – but she didn’t put it past Tessa to bypass him and lunge at her.  Especially considering how mad she was.  “Miss Blanchard, I think it’s time you leave now,” William Regal said in as calm a voice as he could muster.

Tessa looked at Regal, the anger from her face relaxing slightly.  “Can’t believe this place hired such a slut.”

“Get out of here now, Tessa.  I mean it.  I will not have you insult one of my employees,” Regal continued.

There was a moment of pause, everybody on edge looking at Tessa, before she let out a chuckle.  She shrugged her shoulders, holding her hands up in defeat.  She turned around, moving to walk out, and the crowd that had formed around them made a path for her exit.  When she was near the end, she turned to look at the rings.  By this point, everybody was watching the commotion, even if they had stayed in their designated rings.  “Watch out ladies!” Tessa announced to everyone who was listening.  Iris gulped.  “Keep your men close!  You never know who’s gonna steal them from right under you.  Make sure they go nowhere near the company cum bucket.”

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, TESSA!!!” Trevor completely exploded at her words.  

Iris didn’t see or hear much else.  Her hands shot up to her face as she felt tears well up in her eyes faster than they ever had before she left abruptly, running away from the situation completely.  She felt horrible.  She felt dirty.  She felt sick.  She felt like someone had just punched her in the gut and kicked her in the ribs and all she could do was sit there and take it.

It had been almost once year since March 31st, 2017, and every day since then, Iris played mental games with herself about whether or not she was responsible for what had happened that night.  She had never asked Trevor for proof that he and Tessa had broken up.  She never asked any of their mutual friends to see if it was true.  She didn’t ask him to stop all his touching and cuddling.  She didn’t stop herself, either.  She didn’t derail the conversation or ask for it to end before they started kissing.  She didn’t do anything.  She didn’t do anything.

She was already engaged.  He wasn’t in a relationship.  

She was the bad guy here.  She was the bad guy.  And if Trevor lied to her, if he and Tessa were still together at that time…well, then, she deserved everything that happened.  She deserved every bit of it.  Without question.  If Tommaso hadn’t been behind her when Tessa shoved her and she crashed into the ring apron back first, she would have deserved it.  If Tessa had punched her across the face, she would have deserved it.  If Tessa had dragged her by the hair through the Performance Centre, all the way outside, and thrown her in the lake, she would have deserved it.  No question.

If Trevor had lied to her, she was going to lose it.  

As Iris made her way back towards her office, her hands were shaky as she found the phone number of the only person who would be able to give her answers.  The only person able to guard a secret with his life, but with enough morals to share that secret when it was called for.

And right now, it was called for.

“Whaddup, chick?” Dustin answered his phone after only three rings.

“Were Tessa and Trevor together at Rev Pro last year in Orlando?” Iris asked immediately, not bothering with niceties.

“What?”

“Tessa and Trevor.  Were they together last year in Orlando?  At that Rev Pro show?”

“What’s it matter?”

“Answer me!” she demanded.

“Iris, how the hell am I supposed to know?!  I wasn’t at that show!” he exclaimed.  “What the hell is going on?”

“March 31st, 2017,” Iris recited the date by memory.  “Orlando, Florida.  Dustin, were they together or not?  Tell me.”

“March 31st?  Definitely not.  They had a huge blowout just after Valentines and didn’t get back together until, like, mid-April as far as I know.  They were back together by my birthday on April 22nd,” he informed her.  ���Iris, what the hell is going on?  What’s wrong?”

Before she could answer him, the door swung open and Trevor barged in the room.  She immediately hung up her phone, leaving Dustin high and dry.  She threw her phone into her chair as she glared at him.  

Trevor shut the door half way before moving to walk towards her.  “Baby --”

“Don’t you fucking – don’t!” she warned, backing up from Trevor’s advances.  He looked absolutely shocked that she didn’t want him close to her.  It was probably the first time ever that was the case.  “Don’t you dare.  Don’t you dare!  What the fuck what that?!”

“I don’t know!  How would I know?!” he threw his arms out in confusion.

“You fucking promised me Trevor.  You promised.  You told me you two weren’t together --”

“We weren’t!  We weren’t together,” he reassured her, trying to grab her hand.

“Don’t fucking lie to me!” she snapped, snatching her hand away from him violently.  The tears began to fall down her cheeks as she tried desperately to maintain her composure.  “Don’t you fucking dare lie to me, Trevor!  Were you two together or not?”

“NO!” he screamed out.  “No!  We weren’t!  I promise you!  I didn’t lie to you!  I would never lie to you!”

“Trevor, I swear to fucking God --”

“When have I ever lied to you, Iris?  I’ve been honest with you from the beginning!”

“Then be honest with me now!”

“We broke up after Valentine’s Day because we had a really bad fight, like I told you.  When you came to Rev Pro we were not together,” Trevor explained as calmly as he could.  “We had a long talk two weeks later and decided to try one more time right before Dustin’s birthday in Philly.  I never cheated on her with you.  Ever.  I would never do that to her.  More importantly I would never do that to you.”

There was a moment of silence between the two, mostly for Iris to internalize what he was saying.  Was it just a coincidence that his story matched Dustin’s?  Had they collaborated on this story?  Or were the two men telling her the absolute truth?  “You better not be lying.  I swear to God…” she huffed.

“Iris…I love you.  You know I love you.  I would never do anything to hurt you,” he said quietly, approaching her with incredible patience.  The fact that she wasn’t flinching away from him made him feel slightly better about the situation.  “You gotta believe me.  I’m telling you the truth.”

Iris bit her lip.  “I can’t do this right now, Trevor,” she shook her head.  “I can’t do this.  Not now.”

“Iris--”

“I was just verbally assaulted at my work – in front of my bosses – by one of your ex-girlfriends.  I’m probably on the verge of getting fired and I’m going to have to explain to my fiancé it was because Tessa thought I was hooking up with you.”

“Baby --”

Before their conversation could go any further, Iris’s door sung open again, only this time, William Regal was on the other side.  When he saw the two in the room together, albeit at least six feet apart, he assessed the situation quickly.  “Trevor.  Out.  Now.”  

“But Mr. --”

“Out,” William repeated sternly, not giving Trevor the option of doing much more.  After one last look of despair at Iris, he left the room.  William shut the door in his face, knowing he would try to eavesdrop anyway.  That’s why he enlisted Chris and John to distract him.

William looked at Iris, his expression softening as he noticed her tears.  “Talk to me, Iris.  Whenever you’re ready…but you need to talk.”

That night, after Iris had calmed down, gone home, and spoken to Ryder on the phone for an hour (who was in Manhattan, of course), Iris had driven the few kilometres to Trevor’s house.  He had texted earlier begging her to come over to resolve things, and she had agreed, if only to get clarification from him and to make sure something like that never happened again.  She still had no idea how to feel about what had transpired, and didn’t know if she would ever get over it.  

When she knocked on his door, he answered it in record time.  “Hey baby,” he said, trying to hug her after he closed the door.

She backed away from him.  She had to, despite the hurt look on his face.  “Trevor…I can’t.  Not right now.”

“Baby --”

“Don’t – don’t call me…” Iris shook her head, maintaining her composure.  “Trevor, what the fuck happened today?”

“Listen…I don’t know.  She’s fucking crazy, okay?  She’s nuts.  She thought I was cheating on her with you the entire time we were together.”

“She wouldn’t be wrong…”

“She is wrong,” Trevor declared.  “We made love once, when Tessa and I were broken up.  That’s not cheating.”

“Okay, so only I cheated then,” she made the distinction, rolling her eyes.  “Good job reminding me about the fact that I cheated on my fiancé six weeks after we got engaged.”

“Iris – no – stop,” Trevor tried intervening.  “This has nothing to do with you and everything to do with her, okay?  Listen, we were together, but our relationship was flawed.  It wasn’t like I was the only one doing stuff wrong.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that she would be just as bad as I could be sometimes.  She would taunt me.  She’d send me pictures of her hanging out with other guys while we were on breaks.  She’d fucking…fuck!” he swore in frustration.

“You know, the immaturity of both of you is really something else,” Iris shook her head.  “I can’t believe how much you two would hurt each other yet continue to get back together despite it all.”

Trevor knew she was right.  He and Tessa hurt each other a lot.  It was what they did.  But now, Tessa had taken it one step further and hurt not just him, but somebody he loved.  In front of other people he loved.  And he wasn’t going to stand for that.  “Listen…I’m really sorry about what happened today.  I feel like everything is my fault.”

“Does she know?” Iris asked suddenly.

“What?”

“Does Tessa know?”

“Absolutely not.”

Iris took a deep breath in.  “Listen…Trevor…I had to tell William Regal why she barged into the PC and did that.”

“You told William Regal?”

“No!” Iris exclaimed.  “I…explained our friendship.  And I told him about how far back we go, and how that’s probably why she thought what she did.  And he believed me.”

“Why are you telling me this as if it’s bad?  It means everything is good…doesn’t it?”

“It means I had to lie to my boss, Trevor,” Iris said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.  “That’s not exactly something I’m proud of doing.  And you!  You made yourself look like the bad guy out there in front of everyone.”

“So?  I can handle it,” he shrugged his shoulders.  “Everybody’s gonna forget about it in a week anyway.  And besides, you didn’t exactly look like the bad person.  Tessa’s reputation is shot forever.”

Iris took another deep breath as she considered everything.  “Trevor…I don’t know what to do.  I don’t know what to do.”

“Everything’s gonna be okay, baby,” Trevor said, and for the first time that night, Iris didn’t object at the name.  “You’re my best friend, Iris.  You know that.  That isn’t ever going to change.”

“I just want to make sure something like that never happens again.  It was…traumatizing to say the least.”

“It won’t, baby.  I’ll make sure of it,” Trevor assured her, extending his arms to hug her.  Though she approached slowly, Trevor was grateful that she went into his arms and hugged him back.  He held her close against his body.  “I love you, baby.  Everything’s gonna be fine.”

Iris had two voicemails waiting for her when she left Trevor’s place.  When she was out of sight from his place, she pulled over and played them aloud on speaker phone.

“Hey honey, it’s me,” Ryder’s deep voice said.  “Just want to make sure everything is good with you.  I know you said you had a stressful day at work but I want to make sure there wasn’t anything else.  Anyway, you can call me whenever.  Um, anytime after maybe like, 9:30, actually.  We’re taking a client out to dinner at Bone and it may go long.  So anytime after 9:30.  I can’t wait until you’re here next weekend.  We’re going to have so much fun.  Bye.”

She pressed seven to delete it.  

New message.

“Hey, it’s Dustin.  Trevor kinda updated me on what happened today and I figured that’s why you called to ask me what you did.  Um, I didn’t tell him you called me, by the way.  And I’m not letting him know I’m calling you now.  Anyway…I uh…I don’t know, Iris.  I’m really sorry that happened to you.  It’s horrible that she came to your work and did that.  She’s nuts.  But that’s not the issue here.  You and Trevor gotta stop hurting each other.  I know you’re engaged and all and Ryder seems to be a nice dude, but for the love of fuck, you and Trev have been playing this game for almost 4 years now and it’s tiring.  You guys…you guys just need to stop hurting each other, okay?  You’re both my friends and I don’t like seeing my friends get hurt, especially over something that can be fixed in about ten minutes with a conversation.  I don’t like seeing you two pining over each other and the fact that you’ve been doing this for years is getting exhausting.  I know it’s getting exhausting for me.  Just stop hurting each other.  You both deserve the world and --”

End of message!  To replay this message, press three.  To erase this message, press seven; to save it, press nine.

Through the tears that had welled up in her eyes, Iris pressed nine.  

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I Thought You Might Be Mine (Ricochet) - Part III

May 31st, 2016 On a bullet train, somewhere in Japan

Iris never saw Trevor so attached to his phone in the two and a half years she had known him.  They were nearing the end of the Best of the Super Juniors tournament, and just a few days before, he’d had a match with Will Ospreay.  And good God almighty, was it a match.  Everybody was talking about it on social media.  Hundreds of gifs were being made of the match.  Everybody had something to say about it – good or bad.  It was probably the most buzz either men had received for a match in their careers.

Trevor was his own worst critic but in the hours that followed the match he was glued to every social media and wrestling site available on the internet.  Even Fox News had picked it up.  He didn’t really care about random news outlets and their opinions on it – he made that perfectly clear to her.  What mattered to him instead was the opinion of the wrestling community.  Vader had already voiced his extreme displeasure with the match, comparing the two men to high school gymnasts.

“You know, I keep watching the gifs,” she said, trying to get his eyes away from the screen.  What she said hadn’t been a lie.  She saw them being posted all over Twitter and Instagram and loved reliving the feeling of seeing it all live.  “They’re fucking awesome.”

Trevor temporarily ignored his phone to look at her.  Unlike most other time he looked at her, when she knew she had his undivided attention, she knew his mind was elsewhere now.  “What have you been reading?”

“The same things that you’ve been reading,” she rolled her eyes.  “Websites don’t change their content just because a wrestler reads them.”

“Vader keeps going off about it,” he grumbled as someone on the train bumped into him on their way to the washroom.  He let her have the window seat because he was a gentleman, even though he hated aisle seats.  “Keeps talking about changing the business.  I’m sorry I’m capable of more than just Vader bombs off the second rope.”

Iris couldn’t help but smirk at his attitude.  “Yeah, when are you gonna add that corkscrew to your 630, anyway?” she huffed.

He gave her major side-eye.  “Don’t you start too.”

“I’m joking Trev!  Jesus,” she defended herself.  “You’re really hung up about this, aren’t you?”

“Wouldn’t you be?”

Iris didn’t know what to answer with.  Trevor was probably one of the most hardworking people she knew, and he always told her she was one of the most hardworking people he knew outside of wrestling.  If thousands and thousands of people decided to shit on her job performance, she’d be pretty pissed off too.  “Listen, Trev…it’s like people who shit on teachers,” she began.  “If they’ve never worked with kids or teenagers before, their opinions are horseshit and completely irrelevant because they don’t know what it takes.  It’s the same with wrestling fans.  Unless they’re wrestlers too, on the same grind as you are, do their opinions really matter?  And, like, the people that do matter, like Chris Jericho and Stone Cold Steve Austen…they liked it!”

Trevor considered her words.  “I guess I never thought of it that way.”

Iris chuckled.  Of course he hadn’t.  If he had, he wouldn’t be obsessively checking his phone.  “Did you like it?”

“Yeah.”

“Did Cameron like it?”

“He loved it.”

“Then that’s all that matters, right?”

Iris watched as slowly, almost painstakingly slowly, a smile appeared on Trevor’s face.  After two and a half years of being best friends, she knew how his brain worked.  She wished he knew how his brain worked.  “You always find these ways of bringing the most basic logic into things that just makes sense all the time.  Why can’t my mind be like yours?”

“One of us has to be neurotic, Trev,” she joked.

“Nah, I mean it.  You’re not even in wrestling and you get wrestling.”

“It’s because I hang out with too many wrestlers.”

For the first time in what seemed like days, Trevor locked the screen on his phone and dedicated all of his attention to her.  “One day I’m gonna forget my head in the morning and not know what to do, and you’re just gonna swoop in and save me.”

Iris shook her head.  “No you won’t.  You’ll learn and you’ll grow.  You won’t need me – you don’t need me.  At least not as much as you think you do.”

“I don’t know about that,” Trevor shifted in his seat, smiling.  “You’re the only person in this world who keeps me sane, Iris.”

She didn’t know what to say.  What could she say?  She knew she was important to him, just as he was important to her.  She’d be lying if she said he didn’t keep her sane most of the time too – every time she’d remember she lived a four hour flight away from her boyfriend; anytime she remembered she lived a fourteen hour flight away from her family and friends; anytime when, despite her happiness in Tokyo, a sneaking feeling of loneliness would creep up on her and all she would have to do was text him and he’d make her feel not alone.  

She linked her arm through his and laid her head on his shoulder, not bothering to use the wall like she had intended when she begged for the window seat when they first got on the train.  Trevor’s arm rested along her body, his hand on her thigh, as she felt him lean his head on hers.  

She would miss this.

June 7, 2016 Sendai, Miyagi, Japan

When Trevor heard a knock on his door at 11:30 at night, the night that Will Ospreay was crowned the first Englishman and the youngest-ever winner of the Best of the Super Juniors, he didn’t know what to think.  He assumed it to be one of the guys but then he thought about how tired everyone was and how they were probably all already sleeping.  Then he thought it would be Matt or Nick, surprising him, maybe even Akira.  But when he opened the door and saw Iris, he was thoroughly shocked.

“Can we talk?” she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course,” he answered automatically, moving away from the door to let her in.  He watched as she entered the room and walked towards his bed, moving to sit down but then deciding against it.  She looked down at the floor and started pacing.  He was getting worried.  “What’s up?”

She looked up at him.  “Can you come here?”

He did as he was told.  He could feel the nervous energy radiating off of her and he started to become nervous too.  “What’s wrong?”

“I’m…I’m leaving.”

“You going back to Tokyo already?”

“No,” she shook her head.  “Trevor…I’m leaving Japan.”

Of all the languages she spoke, ‘I’m leaving Japan’ were the most foreign words to ever come out of her mouth.  He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard.  He couldn’t understand them anymore than he couldn’t understand French, or Italian, or any other language she knew.  “You’re what?”

“I can’t…I don’t really believe it either…but yeah,” she mumbled out.  “I’m leaving New Japan.  I’m leaving Japan.”

“What the hell?” was all Trevor could muster.  It wasn’t exactly polite but it was all he could say.  In his mind, it’s what the situation called for.

“Ryder…he got a job in New York City.  A promotion.  He’s moving in about six weeks --”

“Six weeks?”

“He’s going to be in New York City and I’ll be based in Orlando.  I’ve been hired by the WWE.”

Now Trevor really couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  “H…hold on,” he huffed out, sitting on the bed in pure confusion.  If he continued to stand he probably would have fallen over from shock.  “Start from the beginning.”

Iris took a deep breath.  “About six months ago, a position came up at Ryder’s work that he’s been dreaming about getting for years.  So when he applied and they interviewed him, they basically put him in the position temporarily to see if he could handle it.  And he passed with flying colours.  So when he finally got hired, they told him he’d have to move to New York City.”

“Just because Ryder’s going doesn’t mean you have to go,” Trevor said.

“I know.  But then, around that same time, Nick heard from Matt, who heard from Chris, who heard from Rami…anyway, through the grapevine, I heard that the Performance Centre was hiring for a position similar to mine, for all the international recruits they have and anticipate getting.  Ryder thought I should apply, because then that would mean we would both move to the States…and I did.  New Japan gave a sparkling reference.  And lo and behold…”

Trevor was happy for her.  He really was.  He knew he wasn’t exactly acting like it, but he was happy if she was happy.  He just knew how much she adored living in Japan and how much she loved her work here.  He couldn’t help but wonder to himself that if the job hadn’t come up in WWE, if Iris would have followed Ryder to New York City or if she would have stayed in Japan.  He wanted to think she would have chosen to dump Ryder and continue living her dream, but that was all heresy now.  Because that meant, in some small fraction in his mind, if she chose Japan over New York City, it meant that she chose him --

“It’s just that we’ll be on the same damn landmass again,” Iris said, wiping a tear, obviously referring to Ryder.  Trevor nodded his head, despite his previous thoughts wishing she would leave him.  “We’d be in the same country.  It’s only a two and a half hour flight.  We’d be able to see each other more often…”

“Hey, c’mere,” he said, reaching out for her hands and holding them in his.  He looked into her eyes and saw how red they were becoming and wished she would stop crying.  He hated seeing her cry.  “I’m proud of you, okay?  I’m so proud of you.  And I want you to be happy.  I’m just shocked.”

She sat down on the bed beside him, turning to face him immediately.  “I know you know how much I love Japan,” she said.  “But I couldn’t bring myself to tell you any earlier.  You were so wrapped up with the Ospreay match stuff and the tournament as a whole and I didn’t want to derail you.  It wasn’t a good time.”

“It’s never a good time to tell me you’re leaving Japan,” Trevor commented, causing Iris to smile slightly for the first time that evening.  He rubbed the backs of her hands with his thumbs tenderly.  “But he’s not taking you away from me.  You’re…you’re not being taken away from me.  Instead of Japan being our thing, the States will have to be our thing now.”

She let out a small chuckle.  “Japan’s always gonna be our thing, Trev,” she said.  “Unless you get signed at the PC.  Do you want to come too?”

Trevor snorted, leaning forward to hug her.  “I’m gonna follow you wherever you go,” he said as their bodies were entwined with each other’s in their embrace.  “You’re never getting rid of me.”

Neither were quick to let go of the hug.  Iris wasn’t quick to lose the warmth of his body on hers, and Trevor wasn’t quick to lose the intoxicating coconut smell of her hair in his lungs.  It was Iris who chose to move closer to him, practically sitting on his lap and nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck.  They stayed like that for a while; Trevor beginning to realize and understand the ramifications of her new job and big move; Iris beginning to realize how much different the next stage of her life would be in comparison to where she was now.  

“Can we lie down together, Trev?” her voice filled the void.

His favourite thing in the world.  Was he really going to say no?

Without saying a word, they moved their bodies further onto the bed, never letting go of one another.  Trevor lay down on his back while Iris moved to lay her head on his chest, resting a leg between his.  He wrapped both his arms around her, pulling her close.  

“Trev?”

“Mhm?”

“I’d never want to get rid of you,” she said softly.

“I know.”

“Japan’s been really special to us, huh?” she asked.  “We’ve made so many amazing memories here.”

“Damn right we have.”

“Can you promise we’ll make amazing memories in Orlando too?  Or wherever we find ourselves together?”

Trevor kissed her forehead, leaving his lips against her skin.  “I promise.”

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