It’s the battle of Tracey’s blokes

Sean didn’t look that thrilled at the initial harmonious reunion – complete with pet names – between Tracey and Dean. But things were about to get a whole lot more heated.

At the first opportunity, Sean pulled Dean up about his current relationship status with Tracey. While Dean waxed lyrical about how awesome Tracey was and how much he knew about her, Sean interjected his version was totally fake. “You don’t have a good relationship. You’ve got a horrible f**king relationship,” he said bluntly. “The thing’s done.” He explained that Tracey didn’t want Dean to continue to text her and found the messages harassing in nature. “You’re tripping,” Dean said in response.

“For once in your f**king life, be honest!” he exploded. “Why the f**k were you sending those messages?” he demanded, pointing his finger at Dean. “Tell me the f**king truth.”

The two eyeballed each other in anger.

Dean asked Sean what his problem was with his relationship with Tracey. “We have a friendship…” he began, but Sean cut him off. “You guys aren’t friends,” he said definitively.

“We’re not friends?” mocked Dean.  “Actually, she despises you,” said Sean.  “That’s not the impression I get – at all – when we text every single day,” replied Dean.
“You don’t text every single day,” fired back Sean.  “Yeah, we do,” said Dean bluntly.  “No, you don’t.” said Sean.

Dean asked if Sean wanted to see his phone as proof and Sean countered that the texts involved a barrage of messages from Dean to Tracey, and her writing a simple, short reply. Sean swore at Dean again as he demanded he tell the truth. “Calm down with the language,” said Dean. “Tell me the f**king truth!” said an angry Sean.

“Wow. I am very concerned about you,” replied Dean. “Is everything alright Sean?” he added, as Sean sucked back some deep breaths, anger written across his features.  “I’m fine mate,” he said, with barely supressed fury. “I don’t think so,” said Dean. “I think you’ve got some serious problems that you need to work out.”

Sean exploded and called Dean a few choice words before standing, leaving and not looking back.  “I’m a bit concerned about the little fella,” said Dean, shaking his head. “You’re mad,” observed Tracey as Sean returned from the chat. “It’s like talking to a brick wall,” Sean said, exasperated and Tracey climbed onto his lap supportively.

Sean explained that Dean had told him, “Trace really wants my messages. She really enjoys my messages." “Oh my god,” Tracey said.  “Do you enjoy his text messages?” Sean queried. “What do you think?” asked Tracey. “You trust me, right?”

… But, as the experts observed, she didn’t quite answer the question.