With it being Rumble week, a lot of the Raw guys are mingling with the Smackdown guys, so both groups end up going to the digiworld together. Which means Chad and Jason are wandering together, still tense after their sniping fest backstage before the PPV. Though, Chad thinks, Jason still looks discombobulated from getting smacked into the post. And Chad's just pissed from losing two to zero to the Usos. Which he thinks he may never get over. He checks his digivice and mutters a low curse, there still a lot of random red dots all over the map. "Damn," he sighs, not in the mood to help anyone with anything.

Jason casts a curious glance his way but says nothing, content to trudge along in silence, his steps still a little uneven. Chad figures he's probably in no hurry to go back and deal with Seth after their own humiliating loss. They've gone another mile when Chad sees a blue baby digimon with horns and miniature wings. Still beyond angry, he arches back and kicks at the digimon, not even really hitting him, just scuffing the dirt around him, but apparently that's more than enough.

Blue skin turning bright red, Petitmon rears back. "Hot BREATH!" he yells out, flames shooting out from his mouth.

Chad yelps and jumps away, gaping as the flames strike Jason instead, immediately spreading over his shirt. "Ah hell!" he curses, barely paying the digimon any mind as Gummymon and Punimon run him off, leaving Chad to focus on Jason as he takes his own shirt off and smothers the flames with the fabric.

"I, I think it's out," Jason says when Chad just stands there, holding him awkwardly.

"I know," he mumbles, closing his eyes. "I just- I'm sorry, ok? Things kinda suck right now, and I keep taking it out on you, and I shouldn't do that. We both get how this business is." He smiles wanly. "We split amicably. I wish it could stay that way."

"I think it can," Jason says. 'We'll only see each other a few times a year anyway, right? Might as well make the most of them."

Chad exhales. "Right," he whispers, moving away and checking Jason's chest. "You didn't get burnt, did you?"

"Nothing serious, I'll get some burn cream, but it's just minor," Jason says, picking at a couple of reddened spots along his collar bone. "Thanks to you."

Chad smiles wearily. Nudges Jason and then falls into step with him, relieved and hurting all at the same time.