Finally, it was time for bed. Bautista didn't even need to ask Sheamus if he wanted the couch, because Sheamus automatically assumed that would be his place. Bautista and Christian rolled into the bed as Sheamus laid a sheet over the couch, and after all three had showered, Sheamus headed to bed, taking out another pair of the cashmere trunks that had caused the revelation of so many secrets in his mind, and brought back some painful memories of how much he had trusted Orton. He fell asleep with tears pooling behind his eyelids, his emotional and physical exhaustion pulled him into a deep sleep.

The first thing Orton saw as he awoke the next morning was the delicate, empty cocoon of duct tape, with it's ragged edges. He sighed as he rolled over, feeling the empty space in the bed, then sat up suddenly, realizing that Sheamus had not come back that night. He called Cena again, then Drew, figuring that his beatdown earlier was a sign that the two were together. But like a protective older brother, Drew cursed him out in a creative string of Scottish Gaelic before telling orton that Sheamus was not there. Orton frowned as he thought of the only other person he would have spent the night with, and dressed hurriedly, storming down to Bautista's room.

Sheamus awoke to a quiet banging sound as Christian and Bautista went at it in the bed. He looked up and over the couch back, as he had discreetly turned it to face the wall the night before. He chuckled slightly before laying back down and closing his eyes, wanting to give the two of them their privacy.

The next sound that echoed in the room was a loud banging sound and Orton yelling. Christian crawled off of Bautista and dressed to answer the door. He peeked out of the peephole, and straightened his clothes after seeing an angry Orton on the other side of the door. Bautista covered himself up with the sheet as Sheamus sat u slightly, wondering who was there.

Orton stormed in, immediately yelling. He ranted, cursing at Bautista, until he noticed Sheamus lying on the couch. "Oh, so you just stayed the night, huh? You got all comfortable too, huh?" he said waving his hand, because Sheamus was covered partially with the sheet, making him look naked beneath it. He lifted the sheet as he raised his eyebrows at Orton, as if he were asking a question. This made Orton even more angry. "So you decided to wear that, huh? And spend the night here? The clothes you wore on our last night together? The same fucking shorts you wore with me night before last and here you are! What, you think they let you stay here to be nice to you, or something? He is just after you to get to me!" he yelled. Christian moved to rejoin Bautista on the bed.