Time has passed, a fair amount of it, actually, since Heath had decided to go home, take some time to himself following Drew's unwanted advances. Wade has returned to WWE, this leaving Heath with no one but Boodah to spend time with, and he doesn't mind it, although he misses Wade whenever he's on the road, but it's nice to have a chance at relaxing and not having to rush all over to this event and that. Besides, he hopes that the time will also give Drew a chance to get himself in order, because Heath really doesn't want to give up on 3MB, not after all of the time they'd spent together.

But he grows restless easily, missing the road, and his friends, traveling with Wade... By New Years, he's made his decision, shifting over to press against Wade's side as he lays in the sand, enjoying the warm Floridian sun. Sunglasses block his eyes from view so Heath can't tell if he's watching, but it doesn't matter, his kiss enough to make the Brit stir, an arm wrapping around his midsection and holding him close. "Ginger."

"Brit," he responds, lips twitching up into a smirk as he hovers over the dark haired man. He opens his mouth but then hesitates, self-doubts leaving him uncharacteristically mute as he leans in and kisses Wade again, sighing. "Hey, um..." He's not sure which could possibly ruin this day more, the question he wants to ask, or the decision he's made, but finally, he knows he has to come out and say something or Wade will get annoyed and ignore him until he spits out what's really on his mind. "Have you talked to Drew lately?"

This sends Wade's dark eyebrows up as he grips his sunglasses and tilts them down, staring at Heath incredulously. "Why are you asking about him? And why would I bother talking to him?" He tries to forget the particular conversation he and Drew had had as soon as Wade was back on the road, the Brit letting him know in no uncertain terms what exactly he had thought of Drew trying to corner Heath when Wade was stuck in England. No bad news had been needed then, he had stopped short of letting his fists speak for him that night, and Drew seemed to have understood, or at least Wade thinks he had before Jinder had appeared and dragged the Scotsman away. He hadn't seen him since, and Wade hadn't felt the need to tell Heath about that particular conversation. "Have you heard from him?"

Heath blinks, his deep brown eyes wide. "No, of course not, I'd tell you if I had!" He had scrambled that night, and every night since whenever Drew came up in conversation, to convince Wade that nothing was going on with them, but Wade really doesn't need his desperation to prove himself- he had trusted him since Heath had called him the night Drew made his intentions known, so he rests his hand on Heath's and squeezes his fingers, blue eyes intent on Heath's face until the ginger relaxes slightly.

"Breathe, Ginger. I know you would, I'm just not sure why you're asking this now."

Heath sucks in a deep breath before looking down at their fingers. "I was... I'm..." His words still won't come and he looks more and more frustrated, Wade inching closer to him and wrapping his arm around him, trying to encourage him and calm him down all at once. "I want to come back," he finally manages to say. "To the road, to Raw and Smackdown. With you, 'n'... the others... 3MB." He looks worried, breaths coming out in sharp little exhales. "I just don't know if... if... what I'll do if Drew tries again, I don't wanna ruin our friendship, or have to disband 3MB..."

Wade rolls his eyes, tilting Heath's face up to look at him. "Idiot," he says with no malice. "How long have you been pondering this? Since the day you came home?" Heath looks a little sheepish, unable to hide the truth behind Wade's words, and the Brit shakes his head with a sigh. "I think you made it quite clear to McIntyre that night." And if you didn't, I certainly better have, he thinks grimly, his hands curling into a fist which he quickly relaxes before Heath can notice. "As it stands, I'm back on the road now, so you'll be ok, Ginger. Don't worry about it, if you miss competing, then come back. Everything will be fine." He strokes Heath's back, smiling when he leans back into Wade's touch, nodding slowly. "Alright?"

"Yeah, great." He stares out at the waves for a moment before tucking himself into Wade's arms, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips, smiling. "Thanks, Brit. I'll let WWE higher ups know after the holidays."

Wade nods, resting a hand on Heath's sun-kissed back, pressing his forehead against Heath's and searching his eyes. "I'm glad you're coming back... though I know you deserved this time off, the road's bloody boring without your ridiculousness."

"Thanks, Brit. You always know how to charm a guy." But Heath clearly doesn't mind, his eyes gleaming as he smirks up at the older man, cupping his jaw and kissing him. "Maybe you'll do my return introduction? Tell people you have some good news?"

Wade rolls his eyes, nudging Heath. "No," he refuses, his teeth gleaming in the sun as he grins down at the pouting ginger. "I think I'll keep that particular good news to myself..." Heath's responding huff is swallowed away as Wade leans into him, digging his nails into the sand and pressing an open mouthed kiss against his parted lips, smirking when Heath eagerly responds in kind.