Heath's fast asleep when the bed shifts, dips. Wade hovers over him, causing him to grunt and swat at him as he reluctantly wakes up. "Get offa me, man," he mumbles sleepily, trying and failing to roll away. "Brit, dammit-"

Wade laughs and nudges him, sounding so ... cheerful... that Heath opens his eyes and twists around to look at him, unable to glare in the face of the usually grumpy man's exuberance. "Guess what, Ginger?"

Heath frowns up at him, trying to determine just what could be making him look so pleased with himself. "Ya know I'm not great at guessing, Brit. What is it?" Wade continues to smirk down at him until he huffs and swats at Wade's chest. "Tell me, man!"

Wade rolls his eyes and leans in, kissing Heath sharply. "I'm finally having my first match back since my injury." Now that is big news and Heath chuckles slightly as Wade sits up, gripping Heath's wrist and pulling him up into a sitting position as well. "Well? Was it worth waking you up?"

"Yeah," he says, running a hand through his hair. "So what do you know? S'it against anyone good, or...?"

"I have no bloody clue, I was just notified that I was being booked, and to be prepared to compete." He shifts his arm, stretching it out before throwing an experimental elbow, Heath's eyes wide at the speed behind it. "As close to 100% that I'm going to get, I suppose." he muses.

Heath shakes his head and ducks back while holding a pillow in front of his face, not wanting to risk getting smacked with another of his of his elbows. "Watch it, geez, Wade!" But he's laughing, happy for the other man. After everything Wade's been through, the injury and only being able to get on TV through his bad news gimmick, Heath's glad he's finally getting in-ring time again, all too aware of how the last few months had ate at him, the lack of matches making him wonder if perhaps WWE as a whole had lost faith in him.

Finally tiring of testing his healed arm, Wade drops down next to Heath against the headboard and stares at the opposite wall, his fingers slowly slipping over to curl around Heath's hand. Not much for holding hands usually, he seems awkward at first until Heath squeezes back and strokes Wade's knuckles with his thumb. "Thank you, Ginger," he finally says, surprising Heath even further. "For supporting me through all of this, and always trying to cheer me up even when I was a bloody tosser. I know it couldn't have been easy for you, but you stayed by my side through it all anyway, as you always have done."

Heath traces the lines of Wade's hands, smirking when he releases a muffled little breath at the unexpected tickling sensation. "Nah, it wasn't easy," he admits. "But whenever it got hard'n'I felt like yellin' at ya, I'd remember everything you've supported me through, and it made it easier kinda." Wade rolls his head on the pillows to look over at him and Heath smiles, shifting and rolling over to rest his head on Wade's shoulder. "I'm glad you're healed, and I'm glad they're bookin' ya again."

Wade brushes his hair back soothingly and nods, resting his cheek on the top of Heath's head. "I am too," he murmurs, closing his eyes and relaxing for the first time in what feels like months.