Zoe stood in front of her door for what felt like ever waiting for her sudden guest to say anything and when he hadn't, she asked again, "what are you doing here?"

"Apologizing in person means more than saying it over the phone or through a message, I see you got the flowers and bear I sent," he said, getting to his feet his hand going to rub at the back of his neck. "It took me nearly ever florist in New York to find one that sold Bluebells," he tossed out there with a shrug, taking them for her.

"They're beautiful, Wade. Thank you for them," she told him softly, getting her door unlocked. Stepping inside her place, she held the door open for him to enter. "Sit 'em over there," she directed to the end table by the chair.

"Zoe, I'm sorry for my actions and you need to know that I wouldn't cheat on you," he told her the second she had the door shut.

"That doesn't explain the picture of her with her hand in your pants pocket," Zoe told him, anger overtaking the sleep that had seeped in.

"I didn't know she was going to reach into my pocket," he was saying watching the emotions fighting on her face. People had asked him what he was doing with Stella when he had someone like Zoe. He looked at them like they had grown a second head and he went in search of Dash to get the information he needed. Upon seeing the picture he needed to make a huge grand gesture to get Zoe to accept his apology, so he hopped on a plane and found himself sitting outside his girlfriend's place waiting for her to return home from work. An older man had taken pity on him and let him inside the building so he didn't have to look like some crazed person waiting on the steps all night long. "I'm sorry about getting mad at you, I'm sorry for getting drunk off my ass, I'm sorry for it all, I may be a horrible boyfriend at times but I know that if I ever cheated on you, we'd be over with because all we have is trust and I don't want to wreck what we have."

"Thank you for coming here to clear things up Wade. You're not always horrible," she smiled, moving to take his hands. "I trust that nothing happened with you and Stella, but maybe…" she was saying when Wade pulled his phone out.

"I get it, who do you want me to call?" He asked.

"I would say George but not even he knows the whole story, so I want to hear what Stella has to say, think you can manage that?" Zoe asked, chewing on her bottom lip.

"It's going to take me a few minutes to get her number that is if I can," he told her watching a smile break out on her face.

"You don't have to do that, Wade," she told him, pulling him with her to her bedroom. Being woken up early because Wade called her and working all night long, she was exhausted and she wanted to sleep the next few days that she had off. She was more than happy to learn that she would be back on the day shift when she went back to work on Saturday.

"Why not?" He asked, sitting on her bed, placing his phone on the night stand.

"The fact you were willing to call her shows me that you really didn't do anything," she was saying walking into the bathroom to get ready for bed. "You wouldn't go through the trouble of tracking her down just so I could hear her side of the story if something else happened."

"I told her I had a girlfriend and I made a lewd comment after that, but that's me and I was drunk and I'm not sayin' it to excuse my behavior or anythin', but I have no plans on ever getting that drunk again," he told her. He wanted to be honest with her, to show her that when he did leave again that she could trust him. "How'd you now about the picture?" He asked.

"Drew called," she told him. He had been honest with her no matter how much it hurt; it was now her turn to be honest with him. "I'm sure my mom had something to do with that."

"How often to you talk to Drew?" Wade asked feeling his anger building up.

"That was the only time I've talked to him since you punched him, I swear it," Zoe pleaded with him.

"Okay," he whispered, seeing the honesty in her big doe eyes assured him, he was overreacting about this, things would be better when they both had a chance to really sleep.

"I learned my lesson the first time when it came to him. How long are you here for?" Zoe asked feeling her exhaustion finally starting to win her over. She laid down feeling content wrapped up in Wade's arms.

"A few days at the most, I just took off, never said I had to go back," he replied letting his eyes drift shut. It wasn't like he hadn't been thinking about moving to be closer to Zoe. At some point one of them was going to have to give up their town/city and he knew that it wasn't going to be Zoe for a whole year yet, maybe longer than that and if he wanted to be with her and take her out on dates then he was the one that was going to need to pack up and move because it made sense and he could work and write from anywhere. That was why he was hoping towards the end that he would get the job performing at the bar and why he was upset more so than normal when they had finally got back to him about things. New York was a big city and he could find a place to work, if nothing else he could take up street performing.

"Stay here if that's what you really want, Wade. I want you here but I'm not making you pick, that wouldn't be fair to you," she replied, suppressing a yawn. She would like to have him in the same place as her, but she wasn't going to have him make a split second decision because they had a fight.

"I can be a bartender anywhere and I don't have an office to where I write songs. But I'll think about it, okay?" He replied. She nodded her head. It was good enough for her. She just wanted to hold off on talking about this all until she had the chance to sleep for a full 12 hours. "Sleep princess," he whispered dropping a kiss to the top of her head.