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You froze in place, slowly turning to face Seán. But he just wiggled his eyebrows at you and laughed. "I'm kidding! Enjoy your shower."

You did not realize just how badly he truly wanted to follow you inside the bathroom. But at least he got to hold you while you slept. Right?

You soon emerged, hair wet and dressed for the day. Seán smiled at you gently; he had already changed his clothes. "Anything you wanna do today?" he asked kindly. "I'm down for whatever."

With a sigh you shrugged. The events of the previous night had worn you out, seemingly to a horrible degree, as even just standing up was wearing you out. Sitting back down on the bed, you didn't meet his gaze.

You had, essentially, broken up with Mark. You'd been given no choice in the matter; the moment he struck you was the final cut. But the two of you had been together for so long that it was hard to imagine how poorly things had changed.

Seán frowned, slowly approaching you and sitting beside you. He reached and took your hand into his own, lacing the fingers together. "No matter what happens, I promise I'll be here for you. I want you to be happy."

Again with his only concern being your happiness. But what could possibly make you happy at this point? Well, it certainly wasn't Mark. "Can we not talk about it please?" you asked, remembering the messages and calls left on your phone. Reaching out, you grabbed it and shut it off. It was probably for the best.

Seán got up and slipped into his shoes before turning back to you, his hand outstretched for you to take. "C'mon," he pressed. "Let's get the fuck outta this room."

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The day was warm and sunny, altogether a perfect one for just being out of buildings and enjoying the weather. But you were struggling with finding a reason to smile, and he took notice. Gently he reached for your hand again; this time, you did not pull away. His touch was warm and inviting, and you knew it would help in the long run. At least you didn't have to deal with things alone.

Seán brought you to a local park, where it seemed that a good quarter of the city had also decided to show up. You found yourself gripping his hand so tightly that he winced. "Okay, okay, crowds of people are a no. Got it. Come on," he urged, taking you away from the park and down the street. There were fewer people there, at least.

You were unsure of where exactly he was headed until he made a sharp left turn into a coffee shop. "Sorry, but I need my dirty bean water," he spoke up, scratching the back of his neck in a sheepish manner, grinning slightly.

"It's fine, Seán. Coffee sounds pretty good right about now." The two of you ordered- he insisted on paying- before finding a couple of chairs outdoors. Sitting felt wonderful, and the coffee would wake you up. But you merely stared into its depths.

He reached over and gently touched your hand. "Things will get better. I promise."

"How could this have happened?" you whispered back, tears standing in your eyes. "Why couldn't I have just gotten over his stupid flirting? Why did I have to run out like that?"

"It's not your fault," he insisted, taking a sip of his coffee before frowning. "He shouldn't have done what he did. Especially last night. So don't you fuckin' dare blame yourself."

"Seán, I cheated too. Two wrongs won't make a right and you know that." You looked away, blinking rapidly before the tears had the chance to fall. You took a drink of your own coffee, surprised that it was still hot.

"I don't regret a thing I did," he muttered into his drink. "He deserved to be hit back. I should have taken another shot at him when I had the chance. No man would raise his hand against a woman."