It's Main Event and Wade Barrett had arrived on his podium, dispersing his Bad News, when first Ryback comes out to march around the ring, then 3MB for their match. He watches closely, stuck up there for now, as Heath and the other two make their way past the odd man, his teeth gritting as he considers what Ryback may have in mind when it comes to his former Nexus teammate. Thankfully, nothing comes of it and they go their individual ways, Wade considering getting down after the Primetime Players head to the ring, but he ultimately stays, settling in on top of the podium so he can have a clear view of the match. He does enjoy watching Heath compete, even if it regularly ends in disappointment for the ginger, so it's not that terrible. In fact, he thinks he has the best seat in the house, able to either watch from the ring or from the titantron itself with nothing hindering his view.
The match only lasts a few minutes, 3MB eating another loss despite it being 2 on 3... Wade sighs, grimacing as Heath and his bandmates demand Maddox restart the match... just to get thrown into a six man match against Los Matadores and El Torito. Of course, this ends in another loss but all focus is distracted from that little fact when Ryback returns yet again, marching his way around the ring for the fourth time this evening. Wade takes the opportunity and lowers his podium towards the ground, ignoring the few people who notice as he slips backstage to wait for Heath to regroup and stumble up the ramp himself- preferably after Ryback's stopped circling the ring like some demented caged animal.
He keeps his back to the curtain as Ryback stomps his way through the halls and out of sight, it only taking a few moments before he hears Heath's muffled complaints about losing twice. His smirk fades, however, when he turns and finds Heath squinting and holding his head, the telltale signs of a headache that are only too obvious, after all of the years they've spent together. He sighs and approaches, resting a hand on Heath's arm and offering a half-smile when the ginger looks up at him. "Don't say anythin'," he warns, leaning into Wade anyway as the Brit helps him to the locker room. "Wasn't my fault, damn Maddox havin' it out for us'n'all..."
Drew and Jinder aren't that far away, talking lowly amongst themselves as Wade pushes the door open and obligingly holds it for all three of them, despite his urge to just slam it shut after letting Heath inside, knowing that noise and their potential complaints is the last thing Heath needs right now. He quietly wanders around, finding tylonel and a bottle of water, handing both over to Heath and watching as he swallows it down desperately, then presses the cool bottle against his flushed skin as he tries to calm down. "I wasn't going to," he says, though it had been tempting at first to tease Heath for losing back to back. Drew goes to shower, Jinder goes to get more water, and this leaves Wade and Heath alone, which is all Wade had wanted to begin with. "Come here," he says, clapping his hand against the bench next to him.
Heath grunts and squints at him, shaking his head, but Wade stares at him, unbending, so finally he stands and settles in next to him, grunting slightly when Wade pushes him to sit at an angle on the bench, then pulls him back until his head rests on Wade's shoulder. "What're you doin'?" he grumbles, then sighs as Wade's warm fingers press against his forehead, lightly massaging around his temples and along his eyebrows. "Brit..."
"Be quiet and relax into it," he chides him lowly. "You'll feel better." His other hand goes lower, kneading along Heath's shoulders and down to his spine, leaving him a limp mess barely conscious of what's going on around him within minutes. Wade's lips twitch up into a pleased smirk as Heath curls in closer to him and groans, the Brit's fingers pressing against a slow forming bruise. He skitters past it, working his magic on sore muscles and tense flesh until he feels soft breaths against his cheek and pulls away to look down. Despite the headache, and Heath's visible displeasure with losing both matches, he's now laying against Wade, fast asleep and peaceful.
It won't last for long, because they have to leave the arena soon, but Wade's glad to see he's getting some sort of rest nonetheless, his smirk turning into a faint smile.