The camera moves in closer, allowing their voices to become clear and audible.
(Heinrich): Look, I don't see what's so hard to understand about it? What don't you get Hans?
(Hans): I understand it perfectly well. I just don't want to deal with it right now, ok?
Heinrich takes a step back, an incredulous look on his face.
(Heinrich): Don't want to deal with it? Don't want to deal with it? Then why the hell did you bring it up?
(Hans): I wasn't expecting you to go off on some…
He makes a dismissive gesture with his hand, before taking a step forward, bringing them nose to nose once more.
(Hans): … twenty minute rant about I've mishandled this whole situation.
(Heinrich): You need to hear these things.
He jabs his finger into Hans' chest, emphasising his next words.
(Heinrich): You. Need. To. Hear. What. I've. Got. To. Say.
Hans steps back, swiping away his brothers hand with his right hand, before driving his left; clenched into a fist, right into Heinrich's chin, sending him sprawling.
Before Heinrich can recover from the shock of being punched, Hans takes the few steps necessary to stand over him.
(Hans): You're right. I do need to hear these things. But not right now. I've got a best of three series at the PPV for the World title. This is the biggest moment of my career Heinrich, my defining moment. Raking Butch over the coals, I'm sorry to say, right at this very moment, doesn't figure very highly in my 'to do' list.
He extends his left hand out for Heinrich to pull him up.
(Hans): All I ask, is that you let me focus on this, to the sole exclusion of all else, and then once it’s done, and I’ve got that World title around my waist, you can sit me down, and yell until you’re blue in the face over how stupid I’ve been, and get me to hold my hand up and admit what I’ve been avoiding. Let’s not forget, you’ve got a fatal four-way match to prepare for! Will Logan, Zero or Evans be arguing with people? No. They’re going to be training. Don’t compromise your chance here Heinrich.
He pauses, a low sigh escaping his lips.
(Hans): Do we have a deal?
Heinrich grunts in approval, pointedly not accepting his brothers hand, and pushing himself to his feet under his own steam.
(Heinrich): Deal.
He dusts himself off, taking a brief glance at the various onlookers that have accumulated over the course of their ‘discussion’.
(Heinrich): So… shall we actually start training?
(Hans): Yeah.
The scene fades out momentarily, before resuming with the familiar view of Hans von Richtoven's apartment in the Empire States Building. It's late in the evening, and the lights are all off, with only the illumination provided coming from the surrounding buildings, which filters in through the windows faintly.
The sound of a key being slid into the lock can be heard, along with the click of the tumblers being moved into position, followed by the slight creak as the door swings inwards, revealing Hans. One hand on the doorknob, with the other searching for the light switch; he enters the room.
A smile forms on his face as he spies Vanessa Lang curled up on one of the sofas, one of the cushions clutched to her chest, sound asleep.
He gently shuts the door before taking great care to remove his jacket and gym bag quietly, placing them on the rack and underneath it respectively.
He takes a few steps towards her, only for the wooden floor to creak, causing her to be jolted awake by the noise.
(Vanessa): Hans? Honey, is that you?
Hans crosses the last few metres to her, and kneels down in front of the sofa, kissing her on the forehead, smiling widely.
(Hans): Of course.
He runs his eye over the pillow clutched in her hands.
(Hans): You didn’t have to stay up for me you know.
Vanessa smiles sleepily, stretching out her arms before embracing him.
(Vanessa): I know, but… I couldn’t help it.
Once more they kiss.
(Vanessa): How was the gym then?
Hans chuckles.
(Hans): I think its best I wait until morning before I tell you. It’s a long story…
The scene fades to black.
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