I'm sorry about not updating this for a while; it's been a struggle trying to figure out where I want to go with this.

It had been a few weeks since the last attack on Robert, and the others had gone a bit more distant when it came to watching over him. He had begun to notice that they weren't around as often as before, neither was James. Every time he wanted to speak to the other man, Kazarian was busy with him, which was something that unnerved Robert more than he liked.

He sighed lightly to himself as he walked into the locker room, throwing his bag down. He changed into his wrestling gear then sat on the floor, stretching himself out. He had just finished when the door opened and James walked in.

"Hey cowboy," said Robert lightly, standing up from the floor, "Where have you been?"

James shrugged, "Been with Kazarian mostly."

"How can you keep going back to him? He's the one that hurt me James, he attacked me!"

"I know he did Robert, but my job is on the line. If I break up with Kazarian, Flair will have me out of here by the end of the night."

Robert looked at him with disgust, "So you'd rather keep your job and stay with the guy that hurt your best friend, instead of defending me? I see how it is."

"Would you stop that? It's not like I'm in this willing! I don't like Kazarian, I certainly don't love him!"

Robert shook his head, "I don't want to hear this, and I know it's a load of bullshit anyways."

"What's a load of bullshit? That I don't love him? Well, reality check Robert, I love someone else!"

Robert shook his head again, choosing not to even bother responding. He walked out the door and down the hall with James following after him.

"I love you!" he shouted after Robert. Robert froze in his tracks and turned slowly, looking back at James.

"What?" he asked softly, not sure if he had truly heard it, or if his mind was playing tricks on him again. He watched as James approached him, stopping in front of him as he placed his hands on Robert's shoulders.

"I love you," he responded softly, leaning his forward against Robert's. Robert smiled slightly, looking at him.

"I…..." he started to say before they heard Kazarian shouting from behind them. They parted to see Kazarian storming towards them, yanking them apart before pulling James behind him.

"Roode, I thought I told you to stay away from my boyfriend, I'm pretty sure I made that VERY clear!"

"Kazarian, stop it," said James gently, "We were just talking about the show."

Robert nodded, hoping that by lying they could somehow calm Kazarian down, "We were just making sure no one else heard us, you know, all part of the show and everything."

Kazarian looked at him hard, staring at him for a few minutes before scoffing at him and dragging James away. Robert sighed as he watched James being taken away, angry that he wasn't able to tell James that he loved him in return. He turned and walked off, figuring maybe he could get a chance after the show to speak to James.

After the taping, Robert returned to his locker room, sore from his match with Joe. He sighed as he began to change from his clothes, not bothering to shower. As he was buttoning up his pants, he heard the sound of the door opening, and turned to see James walking in.

He walked over and threw his arms around James, resting his head on his shoulder, "Does Kazarian know you're here?"

James shrugged, "Nah, but it doesn't matter. I saw him leave with Desmond a little while ago."

Robert pulled back, and looked up at him, "You don't think he's…seeing Desmond on the side are you?"

"I don't care if he is Bobby, he can have him," he said, kissing Robert's forehead, "Now, we need to change then we can go back to the hotel room."

Robert smiled brightly as he walked over to his shirt and threw it on. He then busied himself with packing his things as James changed, keeping himself from staring to the best of his ability. Then, once both men were ready, they walked out to the parking lot and drove back to the hotel room.

Once they were settled in their room, Robert glanced up at James from his spot on James' chest.

"I never got to say to you what I wanted to say earlier," he said softly, sitting up so he was hovering over James.

"What was it?"

"Well," he said softly, lightly kissing James on the lips, "I love you too."

James smiled, and reached up, tucking some of Robert's hair behind his ear before reaching over and clicking off the light. They laid snuggled in each other's arms later that night as they slept, not caring about anything else.