The Rhinestone Cowboy gear looks incomplete without the obnoxious hat and sunglasses. It's the first thought Wade Barrett has as he sits down next to Heath Slater and stares out at the Nashville buildings towering over them quietly, able to see Heath's pout even without looking directly at him. "Well. I suppose this is what you get with constantly creating new gear, hm?"

Heath says nothing for a long moment, finally straightening up. "Don't try blamin' it gettin' stolen on me, Brit. It's not my fault everyone around here are no good thieves. First the Union Jacks jackets and now these..."

Wade swallows, realizing then that Heath's quickly losing the ability to dust things off and move on no matter what, wondering how long he's missed this fact, how badly it's gotten for him. He sighs and carefully rests his hand on Heath's shoulder, an apology lurking within his unwavering grip. "Come on, Heath, let's get off of this rooftop, we'll go back to our room and you can rest for awhile."

"I don't wanna," he sighs, but he sounds more morose than angry now, which in Wade's mind is a step in the right direction. An angry Heath is an uncontrollable Heath but a sad Heath, well, that he can work with. Tease and prod him until he cheers up, the fire returning to his eyes while they exchange insults and put-downs, meaning not a word of it. "You're not gonna cheer me up so don't bother," he mumbles as Wade draws him closer, lazily drifting his hand over Heath's shoulder, draping it across to his hip.

"You're not a bother," he whispers, nuzzling into him. "A bit dense, but not a bother." This doesn't bring about any sort of reaction and Wade grimaces, knowing that this means he'll need to try harder to make him at least smile, convince him to leave the hotel roof. "Come on, Ginger, for God's sake. I know this is Nashville, but it's November and it's chilly. Do you really want a cold on top of everything else?"

"Well, it would be an interesting experiment, I guess. See if someone would run by and steal my kleenexes and cough medicine." He grimaces and looks away.

"You think I would honestly let any fool even attempt that? And risk spreading more germs to make the rest of us ill?" Wade's eyes gleam when Heath scoffs, smiling faintly. "I would gladly elbow anyone in the face who tries it."

"If only you could be around to do that every time someone runs off with my stuff," Heath says lowly. Wade pauses in his attempt to verbally distract the ginger, stroking his fingers under his bedazzled jacket. The ginger shivers before peeking up at him, his eyes a little brighter than they were when Wade first settled in behind him. "Fine," he grumbles, shrugging off his touch and standing. "Let's get inside, before you start complaining about the cold again, Brit. I know how much Florida has spoiled you after all of those years in England." He reaches a hand out and pulls Wade to his feet, ignoring his eye-rolls and huffs. Keeping ahold of his arm, he rests it around his shoulders, the two of them walking side by side inside, to their hotel room.

Wade unlocks the door and lets Heath go inside first, reaching in to flick on the lights while delaying his own entry into the room, blue eyes locked on him as Heath quietly hangs his jacket on a nearby coat hook, not wanting to look at it again tonight. He watches from the doorway, lips twitching up into a smile as the ginger freezes, staring at the bed with a blank look on his face. "What is it, Ginger?" he asks, finally entering and shutting the door behind him, the loud click of the lock finally waking Heath up.

"My stuff is here," he mutters, turning to look at Wade with a frown. "It... it's my hat and sunglasses. But, but how?"

Wade shakes his head, walking up to him and looking over at it as well, an almost proud smirk on his face. "Well, I wasn't prepared the last time, but since I finally fixed my Visa issues and I was here, I thought I might as well make good use of my free time and keep an eye on things for you. It wasn't that hard to be in the right place at the right time. Xavier didn't make it far with your things..." He puts the cowboy hat on Heath's head, stepping back to look at him curiously. "Yes, this looks better, I suppose. Are you happier now?"

Heath blinks up at him before snagging the sunglasses from the bed, putting them on as well before turning to look at himself in the mirror. "Aw, yeah, baby, the rhinestone cowboy is back." He smirks and tips his hat, staring at himself before turning his gaze onto Wade's reflection. "Thanks, Brit. What would I do without you?"

"Spend a lot of chilly winter nights pouting on rooftops, I suppose." Heath rolls his eyes as Wade smirks and inches up behind him, resting the jacket back over his shoulders. "There, you have the full effect now." He waits as Heath shrugs back into it, his dark eyes gleaming, before gripping his jaw and tilting his head up to meet him halfway with a kiss.