The XL Center in Hartford, Connecticut was bustling with action and Superstars trying to gain momentum going into 2020. Drew had just won his 2-on-1 Handicap Match against Zack Ryder and Curt Hawkins, the roar of the crowd ringing in his ears as he made his way backstage. The WWE Universe had certainly gotten behind him lately, but that didn't concern Drew in the slightest. What did concern him was the absence of Finn: no playful bantering with Becky and no Lego jokes being made in the locker room. Nothing.

He wasn't injured as far as Drew was concerned. In fact, he'd seen Finn talking with Triple H and Stephanie McMahon a few times over the past couple of weeks. The first time Drew had seen them, he waited until they were done talking and tried to approach him. Finn's eyes widened before his fearful expression changed to one of melancholy, making a hasty retreat as he left Drew absolutely perplexed. Something was definitely wrong because Finn usually either greeted him with a glare or a sarcastic comment, sometimes both.

Drew had tried again and again but was met with the same response every time. He was slightly annoyed at Finn's aversion to him, so he decided to seek him out and get to the bottom of it. Drew eventually found him sitting on one of the equipment crates with his shoulders slumped and his head down.

"Finn," Drew stepped forward. "I—"

"What do you want?" Finn regarded him warily.

"Geez," he put his hands up. "No need to be so cold, Bálor."

"What if there is, McIntyre?" He snapped. Drew would usually be pissed off at this point, but he just couldn't be. Not with those fiery, forlorn eyes looking up at him. Drew's expression softened and he sighed, swallowing his stubborn pride.

"Look, if this is about me being…direct with you," Drew inched closer. "Then, I apologize." Finn's eyes narrowed as he slowly got to his feet.

"What do you mean being—" Finn stopped and realized what he was referring to. "Oh," he began to look away, a blush rising in his cheeks. "Um, don't worry 'bout that. I—" He suddenly felt a firm, yet gentle hand cup his chin and turned him to meet Drew's intense gaze.

"What if I am worried?" Finn's heart was about to beat out of his chest and opened his mouth but shut it quickly as he spotted a couple of backstage workers coming their way.

"C'mon!" Finn hissed and tugged Drew into a corner where they wouldn't be seen. "Look, I don't have much time. But, if you wanna talk about…" he gestured between himself and Drew. "Most of the roster is gonna be at the hotel bar tomorrow night for New Year's Eve." With one last longing look, Finn nodded to him and scurried off. Drew let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding in and sauntered off himself.

"Are you okay?"

"Huh?" Drew froze and turned around to face No Way Jose. "What do ya mean?"

"Well," Jose started. "You looked a little flustered after Finn ran off is all. Are you okay, man?"

"All I can say is that I hope I will be."