Crossing The Line. - Becky Lynch x Seth Rollins.

Chapter Twelve.

It was later than usual when Seth came home that night. Although it had been days since their vehement misunderstanding, Seth never exactly stopped thinking about it. They both had returned to their normal cheerful selves though, and it's undoubtedly great seeing Becky relaxed and at ease more than ever—Seth absolutely can't deny that. He smiles fondly with those thoughts in his mind as he enters their apartment. The place was naturally dark. Becky is likely asleep already and everything else was quiet except for Seth's slow but heavy footsteps as he made his way to the kitchen to have a cheeky snack before going to bed (the temptation is too hard to resist).

Still, Seth continues to ponder. Why the hell would Becky make up such a bizarre story?

He wasn't mad—anymore—it's just strange . It has been in his mind since, and maybe the reason why it kept haunting him is because he hasn't had any explicit closure with it. Seth takes a spoonful of cereal in his mouth, would she lie about something like that?  Or maybe she wasn't. Maybe she was just incredibly stressed, especially since her exam results are still not out yet and Seth was simply pushing Becky to her limit that day; maybe Seth is just overthinking.

Seth sighs, standing up to start preparing for bed. As his mind wanders, his foot bumps the table leg, making him stumble a bit and lose his balance. He quickly tries to walk upright but his wobbling made the spoon fall over. The sharp tinkling noise echoes in the silent hour. After pausing and waiting for the noise to stop, Seth slowly continued to finish keeping his mess and just concentrated on making less noise, careful not to knock more things over. As he was about to finally head to bed, he hears footsteps toward him. It was then followed by a meek and croaky call from Becky.

"Seth?" Becky yawns then scrubs her eyes.

Seeing Becky like that with her messy bed head, while in an oversized hoodie already made Seth feel cosy. He doesn't know how Becky could look so small and fragile, just standing there with her eyes slightly squinting at him.

A smile subconsciously draws on Seth's face, "Hey Becky." She was looking incredibly huggable so Seth went and hugged her, because he knows he can and because it's a must.

She smells... warm—if that even is a scent, Becky smells like home.

"Sorry I woke you up." Seth says, still smiling at Becky.

Becky smiles back sleepily, "I'm pretty much used to you not being able to go to the kitchen without banging a table or dropping a loud metal object on the wooden floor."

Seth scrunches his face, "Bang a table?" He teases.

"Shut up," Becky shoves Seth weakly so it was basically just flailing her arm towards him. "Are you gonna join me in bed yet?"

Seth continues to give her the same look.

Rolling her eyes, Becky scoffs. "Not like that . I know you're not up for it anymore, old man."

"I was just joking but I'm a bit tempted to prove you wrong now." Seth chuckles, "Also you're wrapped up in a hoodie, oddly enough." He observes, since Becky usually doesn't sleep in any clothing.

"Oh what, are you disappointed?" Becky smirks but then she leans forward and rests her head on Seth's chest, "It's really cold."

Fondness swells over Seth especially noticing it's a hoodie he often wears. It's one of the few that stand out in the wardrobe, particularly because of its vibrant green colour.

"I'm so sleepy. " Becky whines, "I would ask you to carry me like I'm five again, but I know I'm too heavy." She mumbles absentmindedly though Seth was close enough to make out the words.