"I still can't  believe you are actually do this."
"I know but I need the money now, I just have too."
"Shawn, don't do this."
"I'm sorry Hunt, but I-"
"SHAWN!", a loud, familiar voice enter the room. Shawn cringed. It was his new boss, John Bradshaw Layfield.
Hunter and Shawn looked behind them, and there he was, standing in the doorway, with a frown set on his face.
"Get into my lockerroom... I want to have a word with you", Bradshaw shouted from the doorway.
"I'll be there soon John, I swear" Shawn said warily.
"Fine then. You got two minutes Shawn. Two minutes", Bradshaw said and he walked from the doorway.

Hunter glanced at a distraght Shawn.
"H-how can you be doing this to yourself?", Hunter stuttered.
"Hunter," Shawn sighed, "This is just something I had to do... alone. I am deeply sorry if it bothers you, but it is for the best". Shawn looked away from him. "Just, please, respect my decision. alright? I just need this right now."
"But Shawn-"
"Hunt, please, I-"
"SHAWN!" Bradshaw's loud voice entered the room again. "I don't want you here now, I want you here RIGHT now! Got that?"

Shawn bit his lip. "You heard him... I need to got Hunter." Shawn started to walk out of the room. "Don't go Shawn... Don't do it..." Hunter choked. He wanted to follow him, but he knew it would make matters worse for Shawn. He felt the stinging tears in his eyes, threatening to come out at any time. But they did anyway. "Shawn...", he whisphered to himself.