"Holy crap," Zack sighs, laughing as he and Dolph finally get a minute to themselves after spending the night once Raw ended partying with the guys from Entourage. "That was insane, bro."

Dolph laughs as he stumbles towards their apartment, relieved that they're in New York so it was just a quick taxi ride home. Resting a hand low on Zack's back, he feels more than hears as he hums, fumbling with the keys to unlock the door. Resting a hand on Zack's, he helps guide the key into the lock and turns it, leaning against Zack's back and breathing softly against his neck. "I love you, kid," he muses, something tonight clicking with him, reminding him all over again.

Zack's face lights up and he turns to look at Dolph. "I love you too, bro," he says, just as the key twists in the lock and they all but fall inside of the apartment, laughing uproariously at nothing more than their own clumsiness.

"Guess it's just as well no one came with us," Dolph wheezes. "They'd be flouting all of our suggestions forever if they'd just seen that bit of clumsiness."

"Yeah, yeah," Zack sighs, struggling to his feet by grasping a ledge nearby and levering himself up. "You good?" He pulls Dolph up and steadies him, Dolph nodding halfheartedly.

"Yeah, kid, I'm good," he sighs, dusting off his shirt and sides before following Zack inside.

They stumble through their nightly rituals before ending up in bed, Dolph reading aloud from his latest book, Zack only half listening as he drifts in and out of sleep. At some point, he hears Dolph say something about something called... mucro and focuses, just to realize Dolph's talking about... "Are you reading an agriculture book, bro?!"

"No!" Dolph exclaims, tossing it aside and dropping his head back, staring in a daze at the stickers clinging to the lamp Zack had insisted on putting in the room across from the bed, casting a random purple or pink glow against the wall, some looking like they're close to slipping off entirely. He giggles and swats at Zack, blinking in satisfaction at the sound of flesh on flesh that makes his significant other grunt in distress. "Your lamp is a messy festoon," he exclaims, digging his fingers into the flesh of Zack's lower back.

"Your face is a festoon," Zack mumbles back, too out of it to even be sure what he's saying.

Dolph pouts. "That's mean, kid."

Zack huffs, flopping over to throw an arm around Dolph's middle. "I'm gonna have a hangover the size of the Titanic tomorrow."

"Me too," Dolph huffs. "You'll have to take care of me."

Zack rolls his eyes, pinching Dolph's side. "You'll have to take care of me, bro. Pretty sure I drank more."

Dolph groans. Buries his face in Zack's side. "Guess we'll be stuck taking care of each other." He sighs and squints an eye open, looking around their mess of a room. "This bedroom is waaay too bright."

Zack laughs weakly. "Thought you liked it all... variegated, bro."

"Ooh, nice word, I'm rubbing off on you, I see," Dolph says, his brows wiggling up and down in a smarmy fashion as Zack looks down at him.

"Oh god, bro," he groans, pushing Dolph over off of him, but not getting too far before Dolph's nuzzling back in, yawning and determined to stay.

"You know you love my rapid fire wit," Dolph huffs.

"Is that what we're calling it these days?" Zack asks, smirking. But his dismissive attitude fades and he grips Dolph tighter, running his fingers through the man's hair, up and down his spine. "You know I do though. Even when you're a pain in my ass," Zack mumbles, blinking slowly. Close to out. But needing it said.

Dolph's grin is obvious against Zack's throat and he hums. "I love you too, kid. Even when you're drunk and obnoxious."

Zack thinks that's the most romantic thing he's ever been told, giggling one moment and slipping off to sleep the next, Dolph right there with him, warm and content in his arms.