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Lilian looked up as the door to her hotel room opened and Trish returned. The ring announcer noted the still sad expression on her friend's face and couldn't help but wish there were something she could do to make the other woman feel better.

"Hey, how about we order some Chinese from this takeout place and watch a movie on Showtime?" She held up a menu that had been slipped under the door of the room sometime while she'd been at the arena that night.

Trish was unresponsive as she merely stood near the door, all her concentration apparently focused on the Coca Cola can she held in her hands.

"Trish?" Lilian asked, and the Canadian diva finally snapped out of it and looked up.

"Sorry... I was just-"

"I know, and believe me, I understand. Men can be such jerks." The blonde ring announcer wrinkled her nose in disgust. "I know that better than anyone after finding Hunter screwing Torrie Wilson in his locker room."

Trish winced, the memory of how crushed her friend had been at discovering her boyfriend fucking the diva who'd posed for Playboy clear as day. It seemed that, ever since Lilian had grown more furious than sad over Triple H's cheating and subsequently dumped his ass, the other blonde had pretty much given up on men. Trish couldn't really blame her.

"You'll be okay," the ring announcer said softly as she came toward her, putting an arm around the Canadian's shoulders. "I promise you will be."

Trish nodded weakly. The truth was, this time she hadn't been thinking about Chris and what he'd done - she was thinking of Rob Van Dam. He'd seemed so sweet and concerned out by the vending machine.

Finally, the little blonde found her voice.

"Lilian, do you think... Well, do you think you'll ever completely get over what Hunter did to you?"

The other woman sat down on the edge of the bed nearest them, mulling it over.

"Well... No, I suppose I won't. Being cheated on, being lied to by the man you love - who's supposed to love you - is a very devastating thing," she replied.

Trish nodded and took a seat on the desk chair near her friend.

"Do you think you'll ever open yourself enough to trust another guy again?"

"Hmm..." Lilian lowered her brown eyes for a beat to think about it. Then, meeting the other blonde's eyes, she resumed. "Yeah... yeah, I think so - someday."

The Canadian diva was slightly surprised by the answer. On the other hand, Lilian generally had a very sunny disposition, and she was not typically one to hold grudges. No, she wouldn't hold it against the entire male population just because one of its lousier representatives had wronged and hurt her so terribly.

Trish managed a tiny smile for her friend's benefit, but also because of Lilian's reassuring and self-confident words. She had to admit, she felt slightly better than she had earlier that night.

"Thanks, Lil..." the blonde said, her smile becoming ever so slightly larger, and more from the heart.

The little ring announcer smiled.

"What are you thanking me for?" she questioned.

For making me feel better... And for just being such a good friend."

"Aw, Trish," Lilian said with a soft chuckle as she nudged the other blonde on the shoulder. "You know you don't have to thank me. Besides, what are friends for?"

"You're right..." The blonde Canadian popped the ring off her soda can and took a long swallow, still thoughtful. Then, turning back to face her friend, she posed the question she'd wanted to ask the most. "Do you think I will ever find someone else? I mean, someone I'll feel the same way toward as I felt toward... Chris?"

Lilian shook her head, causing the other woman to gape at her with shock.

"No, I don't... That is, not in the same exact way you felt toward him."

Trish calmed down visibly at that explanation.

"I hope so," she said in a soft voice. She couldn't help thinking of RVD once again. His kindness had actually touched her.