After the Rumble, Zack isn't booked- something about the trainers wanting him to get a little more time in at the performance center before they sign off on his competing in an actual match for longer than ten seconds... which, well, he'd complain about their lack of faith in his showing in the Rumble before even seeing him over the weekend, but... he had been eliminated pretty early on, so whatever. He wants back in the ring to build himself back up, maybe have longer matches... even get a victory or two, start to prove himself all over again. Complaining about the trainers so quickly into his return won't get him anywhere.

So he's relaxing in Dolph's summer house, needing a break from his apartment, watching Raw. Dolph loses to Bray Wyatt and seems to be favoring his arm. Something about his collarbone, Zack thinks, unease shivering up his spine. He's still sitting there, half watching Raw and poking around his cell phone, when it lights up. I'm fine, little sore- collar bone bruised, but nothing serious. Be home asap.

Alright, take it easy, bro, Zack responds, breathing a little easier. He wanders the house, tracing his fingers over the somewhat dusty surfaces, thinking about how they should try to come here more often. He dusts a little before losing interest, padding into the bedroom and settling in to scroll through his phone while he waits for Dolph's flight info.

He's asleep within minutes.

It's bright and chilly in the room when he wakes up to his phone ringing and he groans, peering at the clock before realization dawns on him and he jumps up, grabbing his phone and keys and- almost runs right into Dolph as he leans against the doorway, laughing at Zack. "Bro! I was supposed to come pick you up," he grumbles, running his fingers through his hair as he squints at his fiance.

"Yeah, well, I'm glad you didn't. You were sleeping pretty hard there, kid," Dolph says, making his way into the room and dropping his things onto the floor with a grunt, shoulder clearly giving him trouble. Zack moves immediately, easing him onto the bed and propping him up with pillows before going to get painkillers and ice.

He hisses when he eases Dolph out of his shirt and sees the various bruises and marks on Dolph's skin, only somewhat blurred by his ruddy tan. "Damn, bro." Sympathy gentling his touch, he presses ice against the bruises and a quick kiss to Dolph's lips before finding his phone. "I'll order something to eat, what are you hungry for?"

Dolph shrugs tiredly. "Anything'll do, kid, I just wanna lay here and get warm. Colorado sucks."

Zack nods, dialing the first food delivery place he sees on his contacts list and intones a quick order to the woman who answers, thanking her automatically before hanging up to return to tending to Dolph's aches and discomfort. "Those suplexes were nasty," he says under his breath, brushing his finger against a faint bruise by Dolph's shoulder.

"You should've been on this side of things." Dolph's snark fades when he sees the worry on Zack's face, shrugging. "Glad you weren't though." He breathes out when Zack leans in and presses a kiss to Dolph's shoulder, this easing his pain better than all of the ice in the world.

By the time the food arrives, Zack's already replaced the mushy ice and dropped sheets over Dolph's prone body, bringing him plates full of cheesy bread, pizza and a few cinnastix. "Alright?" he asks with a grin, watching as Dolph's eyes widen.

"Yes, gimme," he says, reaching out without thinking and cringing as his arm protests the sudden movement. "Shhhh-..."

Zack moves quickly, pushing him back against the pillows and resting his food on his lap before adjusting the ice. "Take it easy, bro. You have nowhere to go for a couple of days." He rubs Dolph's shoulder until he sinks back into the pillows. "Better?"

"Yeah, kid, thanks," he exhales.

"Do you need help eating?"

Dolph gnaws on his lower lip, considering. "Let's say no... with me allowed to change my mind in a few minutes."

Zack chuckles and fixes himself a plate before laying down next to Dolph, watching him carefully eat.

After a slice and a half has disappeared, he leans over and grips Zack with greasy fingers, kissing him long and slow. "Thanks, kid."

Zack rolls his eyes, grimacing at the slick, grimy feeling along his jaw. "When I grow a beard, you won't be able to do that anymore, bro," he says.

Dolph rolls his eyes. "As if you would," he mumbles, kissing Zack again before returning to his food.

"I guess we'll see," Zack says, reaching over and swiping some of the frosting from Dolph's plate with a cinnastix, ignoring his huffs and mumbling as he chews cheerfully on the cinnastix.

"You're lucky you're cute," Dolph mumbles, pretending to ignore the grin Zack shoots at him in response.