With Drew and Jinder's release from WWE and the forced dissolvution of 3MB, Heath falls down that slippery slope of depression. Wade tries to be patient, he does, but Heath's not supposed to look like this. He's not supposed to sleep less than Wade does on any given night, he's not supposed to sit quietly for hours and stare at the TV blankly. He's supposed to be ridiculously bright and cheerful, even when there's not a lot to be bright or cheerful about, he's supposed to talk too loud, grin a little too much, and play with Boodah too enthusiastically.
That's what made them work, Wade was the cranky, sarcastic British asshole and Heath was the happy-go-lucky southern hick with a heart of gold. Now, with Heath so sad, everything seems pushed off of its center between them and Wade grasps at a way to get it back, to repair everything between them. At least get Heath to smile again. Make Boodah stop looking like a kicked puppy... which is a truly ridiculous look for a dog of that size, but Wade just can't think of another way to describe it.
So he does some searching, and he does some calling, and finally finds the perfect place. Even goes and double checks the address, kissing Heath briskly on top of the head on his way out. "The things I do for that ginger git," he sighs.
The next day, their last day off before returning to the road, before Heath really has to face the reality of the WWE without his bandmates, Wade wakes Heath up with some toast, eggs and sausages, freshly squeezed orange juice and coffee rounding off the meal. He blinks lazily and goes straight for the coffee, some comprehension crossing his dark eyes. "Ya made me breakfast?" he asks, the first thing he's said without any kind of prompting in days.
Wade's eyes light up. "Yes, I did. And that's not all we're doing today, so eat up, ginger."
Heath hesitates, but listens, downing the meal bite by bite until Wade is satisfied. He squawks as Wade gets up and finds his swimming trunks, tossing them at him. "Wha-"
"We're going to the beach, get dressed." Wade is already wearing his swim gear under his jeans and Heath makes a face at him, obliging. They pack some toys for Boodah, and some drinks, and head out. The noise that Heath makes when the warm Florida waves crash against his skin for the first time since he'd returned home from Smackdown makes it all worth it, Wade rubbing a hand down his back as he floats lazily in the water, eyes closed.
Wade's pretty sure they're all going to be sunburnt by the time he convinces Heath it's time to go, dropping Boodah off at the apartment really quickly before taking him to a nearby BBQ joint that they've both come to enjoy. Chicken, steak, pork and potato wedges with coleslaw are ordered and ate in a hurry, Heath leaning back to digest his meal, when Wade nudges him. "Night's not over yet," he alerts him.
"What d'ya mean?" he asks sleepily. "You've had me runnin' ragged all day, man."
"And it's been good for you. Now get up, there's one last stop." Heath sighs, grumbling slightly, but follows Wade out after they pay. Wade watches him closely, amused that the darkening night sends Heath into the kind of doze that leaves him unaware of where they're at when Wade pulls in and parks. Getting out of the car, he crosses to Heath's side and opens his door, gripping his elbow and pulling him out. "Come on, Ginger, just a few feet." Pausing long enough to lock the car, he guides Heath towards the building and pulls the door open, pushing him inside and letting the surroundings do all of the work from here on.
Heath stands there groggily for a minute, looking around, before the music and the lights dawn on him, immediately waking him up. "You took me to a karaoke place?!" he yells over his shoulder at Wade, life finally returning to his eyes.
"Square dancing too," Wade points out hesitantly, nodding briskly towards the people dancing on the opposite side of the room. You really can find anything in Florida, he cringes, unable to keep from smiling as Heath throws himself into Wade's arms.
"I want to do it all!" he exclaims, grabbing Wade by the arm and pulling him into the middle of the madness.
This time, Wade follows his lead.