(Hans): But Fallen is it? Alright...
Pursing his lips for a moment, his eyes drift from Vanessa momentarily as he thinks on the revelation of who his opponent is, and then back onto her sharply.
(Hans): Nothing we can't handle.
(Vanessa): Nothing 'we' can't handle?
(Hans): Yeah, I'll have Butch and the breakfast boy watching my back for sure, and there's a good chance Logan might lend a hand if need be as well...
(Vanessa): You've got to be careful babe. I don't want you getting your noggin' whacked again and getting a concussion. Fallen can be dangerous, he's a champion now and on a damn good roll with it, he's not a pushover, and with the NWO out there Heinrich, Logan and Butch might be busy, you'll be all alone again... that’s what worries me.
Hans' left hand snakes round to feel the bandages wrapped around the back of his head at her words.
(Hans): That makes two of us sweetie.
He gives her leg another gentle squeeze.
(Hans): I'm in for a tough ride, that's for sure...
(Vanessa): I haven't got to talk to Logan or Butch or anything, I'm sure they're still fuming in their own right. Butch is probably busy trying to figure out who sent that red envelope...it's weird. I know one thing though...when we get home, I'm running you a nice hot bath, and give you a proper hair wash. You've got blood all down in your scalp still. We'll have you patched up and ready for Omaha in no time.
Hans' eyes drop down, roving over the sheets covering his body, a mild look of disgust becoming evident.
(Hans): I definitely won't be missing the hand washes that they do here, that's for sure...
Tongue poking into his cheek briefly, he turns his attention back on her, a quizzical look on his face.
(Hans): So Butch still hasn't found out who sent that letter?
(Vanessa): I don't think so, he may not even care and I wouldn't blame him. It could be someone just trying to throw him off his game, or some lunatic fan, or even the NWO. For all I know Jason sent it, I think he still has a little crush on Butch.
Vanessa giggles and just shakes her head.
(Vanessa): I do have to give Logan a call though...I'm worried about him and Ally. They're young and this whole situation with Talon is really heating up and taking a downward spiral. I just hope he doesn't do something rash.
(Hans): Is there any other reaction he's capable of?
An exasperated sigh forces it's way out as a look of worry emerges.
(Hans): And no doubt Heinrich will feel obliged to jump into the fire as well.
He pauses, before forcing a smile to return to his face.
(Hans): If you want to get them round to ours at some point, or whatever, I'm fine with it.
(Vanessa): Ours? You said "ours!" Like we're having a dinner party with friends over "ours." I didn't think... well... I mean... I never wanted to impose or seem needy.
She starts blushing.
(Vanessa): I like "ours" though.
She looks at Hans with a smile and a wink.
Trying to keep a straight face, he holds up his right hand, palm up, in front of Vanessa.
(Hans): Can I have my spare key back now please?
He shudders with laughter, as he tries to back away from Vanessa's hand as it pokes into his chest, causing a sharp exclamation of pain as he nearly rips one of the drip feeds out of the back of his hand.
(Vanessa): And that's what you get for being silly!
(Hans): Hmm...
He rubs the back of his hand tentatively, before leaning in and kissing her on the lips.
(Hans): I like it being "our's" too.
Vanessa jumps up like a school-girl cheering, beaming from ear to ear.
(Vanessa): Okay...so we can paint the bathroom off the living area pink, and I can get some of those cute little ceramic monkey's for a tropical motif. And if we switch the sofa for wrap-around we'll have space for a recliner. Oh... Oh... Oh... and I can put up yellow curtains in the kitchen, they'll catch the sunlight perfectly in the mornings.
Vanessa looks at the expression on Hans face and walks over to him.
(Vanessa): Babe? I'm kidding. God I think you practically turned green. I love your place...."our place" just as it is.
Hans swallows, allowing his reaction to her decorating ideas to recede, before rolling his eyes as he sees her happy expression.
(Hans): Good... but I'll see about getting some more space for your shoes. I'm tripping over them half the time as it is when I'm healthy, never mind what it'll be like now that I can barely tilt my head down...
Vanessa leans in, nuzzling his neck, only for the sound of knocking to be heard. The camera pans out, revealing Heinrich von Richtoven to be standing behind the door, a brown paper bag clenched in his teeth. As he pushes open the door, another two bags are revealed to be clasped in his left hand, while his right hand now having dealt with the door knob, takes hold of the one between his teeth, as the scene fades slowly to black.
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