The event of the year, Wrestlemania, was now two weeks away. Randy knew Punk was on his way to the arena, so he was currently waiting in the load in area for him. As Randy had predicted weeks ago, they were seeing less and less of each other due to the busy Wrestlemania schedule. Randy was dreading it. Unlike Punk, this Wrestlemania wasn't anything huge for him. He was scheduled for a grudge match with Kane. Punk was defending the WWE Championship against Chris Jericho, who was hot off of another return. Randy couldn't help but feel like Punk was busy enough to keep his mind occupied and off of the distance, where as it was all Randy could think about. So when his boyfriend appeared from behind one of the WWE trucks he couldn't fight the excitement that surged through him and the slight smile that grazed his face. Punk was coming towards him, luggage in hand, baseball cap on. Randy began walking towards him, looking around in every direction, assuring they were alone. As soon as he was close enough his long, tattooed arms wrapped around Punk's back and pulled him into a tight hug. Punk dropped his bag as he returned the embrace with his hands around Randy's waist. Randy grinned from ear to ear and truly realized how much he had missed his love. He pulled his head back just far enough to place a soft yet loving kiss on Punk's mouth. He felt Phil's lips smile against and his pulled back to look into those hazel eyes.

"Did you miss me or something?"

Randy chuckled. "No." He released Punk and handed him his luggage from the ground. "How are you feeling? They've been spreading you thin."

Punk shrugged as the couple began walking into the arena. "Comes with the territory I guess. How about you? You and Glenn all geared up?"

"Yeah. Not much prep needed there. We've only got ten minutes and it's nothing we haven't done before."

"I think Chris and I are going to have something special."

"When are you meeting with him tonight?"

Punk pulled his phone out of his pocket to check the time. "Now." Randy sighed. "It's only two more weeks. Then we can celebrate how magnificently I defended my title and everything will go back to normal." Randy's stern face didn't alter. "Randy, it's not that bad."

"Aren't you sick of your hand by now?"

Punk smirked. "I haven't even had time. Are you? How often are you jacking off?"

"Like every fucking day."

Punk grinned. "Thinking of me?"

"My memory is waning. I'm due for a reminder."

"Not tonight babe. I'm too busy."

"Of course," Randy said shortly.

Punk halted, grabbed Randy's hand and pulled him into a halt as well. "It's just for a little while longer."

"Do you even care? Because it feels like I'm the only one bothered by us never seeing each other."

Punk's face at once showed a mixture of remorse, confusion and offensiveness. "Of course I do Randy. I'm just busy: physically and mentally."

"I'm working too Punk. For me it just doesn't take priority over you."

"That's not what's happening here."

"Looks like it."

"Chris is waiting on me Randy. I'm sorry; I don't have time for this right now. I'll find you before we leave tonight, okay?"

"It's not like I get a say anyway."

Punk glared at Randy's callous words. He sighed and turned and walked away without a response. Randy at once turned in the opposite direction and did the same. He paced through the backstage area without a thought of where he was going. His anger must've been evident because every one of his coworkers was steering clear of him. He wasn't stopped until Cody appeared from seemingly nowhere, directly in front of him.

"Come with me," was all Cody said before walking down the hall. He led the elder into an empty closet and then turned back to him. "You can't walk around with that angrier than viper face on."

"Why not?"

"Because no coworker could make you that mad. You and Punk are still keeping everything a secret, right? Do you want people to start asking questions?" Randy huffed. "So what's wrong? Get it off of your chest."

"It's this fucking Wrestlemania season. He's always busy and he doesn't even care that it's keeping us apart. He's putting work first, which I've never done."

"Just because work is making him busy doesn't mean he's putting it first."

"He could try to make time for me if he wanted to," Randy said.

"Maybe. But you know this is a big opportunity for him."

"I do, but that doesn't mean it should take priority over his relationship."

"Wrestlemania is now. It is going to come and go. He's relying on you to still be there when it's over. He has to act now for Wrestlemania."

"That's not fair."

"No, it's not. And it sucks. But you have to get over it. At least until you leave tonight."

"Fine."

Cody paused and stared at him for a while. "You still look pissed."

"Because I am."

"Well, take some deep breaths or something."

Randy stared him pointedly. He rolled his eyes closed and took three deep breaths. He opened his eyes and looked back at Cody. "How about now?"

"Good. You just look as pissed off as you normally do."

"Fine by me," Randy said. Cody went for the door and was stopped by Randy's hand at his wrist. "Thank you Cody. You didn't have to do this."

Cody shrugged. "It's nothing."

"No, it's not. It means a lot that you still care and look out for me after everything." Cody smiled meekly and shrugged again. "You're a good person Cody. If you ever need anything, you know…"

"Yeah. I know. Thank you." When Cody finished Randy's hand finally released him. The younger opened the door and both men walked back into the hallway. Cody froze as soon as he stepped out, Randy following just after when he looked up from the floor. Nick was standing just feet from them. All three men exchanged awkward glances.

"I'll see you Cody," Randy said after an overly long silence. Cody nodded at his ex as he walked away.

"Wow," Nick said. "So you guys are like a thing again."

"No. We're not."

"I won't judge. Sure he was an asshole there at the end and cheated on you and then blamed it on you but who cares?"

"We're not. I mean it. We were just talking."

"In a closet?"

"Yep."

"Cause that's normal."

"What's normal?" Cody asked. "This? Us? Are we normal?" Cody asked, sarcasm and agitation evident in his voice.

Dolph slowly nodded a couple of times at Cody's jab. "Cool."

"Nick," Cody started, immediately regretting his snap, "That's not what I—"

"I'm gonna go."

"Nick," Cody called but his words fell on Dolph's back as he walked away. "Dammit," Cody sighed to himself.

He began walking back to the locker room and got lost in thought as he did. I hate when Randy does that: says caring things, touches me, makes it seem like… I know I bring it on myself sometimes by reaching out to him but I can't help myself. He'll always mean something to me. And I… I'm just lonely. I miss having someone. To spend time with. To touch. To talk to. And then there's Nick who I can't stop thinking about. And missing. I miss how we were even before those feelings grew. Things have been nothing but awkward between us but he didn't deserve for me to snap on him like that. Especially when he was just looking out for me. God, I'm a jerk.

Raw had just ended and Punk found himself packing his things up in the locker room with Kofi. Punk and Chris's segment had ended the show tonight and Punk's exhaustion was evident in his face and body.

"Are you and Chris working late tonight?"

Punk shook his head. "He's busy with something else tonight."

"Oh cool. So you're heading to your bus then?"

"God yes. For someone who doesn't sleep much I miss sleep so much."

"I bet. They've got you at a house show every night, different media spots everyday and you've still got to prepare for Mania. Man, I don't know how you're doing it."

"I'll let you know when I figure it out."

Kofi laughed as he picked up his bag and headed for the door. "Are you at the Detroit or Cleveland show tomorrow?"

"Detroit. You?"

"Cleveland. I'll see you next week then."

Punk waved and Kofi left him alone in the room. Randy's booked at the Cleveland show too. He sat hard on the bench and thought long and hard for minutes. He knew Randy was somewhere in the arena waiting on him, because he told him he'd find him. The idea of getting on his bus and immediately going to sleep was enticing. He knew Randy was mad. He knew seeing Randy would probably mean they were going to fight. I'm too tired for a fight. And I don't need Randy distracting me right now. He already felt guilty for what he was about to do. He reached for his phone and text Randy.

"From Phil:

Hey babe. Don't wait for me. I'm sorry. Chris and I have to work on next week's segment. I'll see you next week. I love you."

He could only imagine how angry with him Randy was going to be. That's the bright side though: I can only imagine. He gathered the last of his things and headed for his bus.

Randy was standing outside of his bus, waiting to hear from Punk. His phone finally vibrated with a picture of Phil's face brightly lit on the screen. His entire body got hot with anger as soon as he had read the message. He shoved his phone back into his pocket roughly. He all but stomped on to the bus, slamming the door behind him, and yelling at the driver to go.