Wade grunts as he peers at his phone, frowning. Heath's somewhere, probably doing much the same as Wade's doing right now. Wade had been injured the week prior and Heath just hadn't been booked for Money in the Bank, so both had stayed at the apartment, Heath staying close with Wade until the main event. Soon as Cena's hand was raised in victory, Heath had gotten up and left the room. Wade remembers hearing the front door open so he gets up with a grunt, walking gingerly around to avoid stomping Boodah, and walks outside.
Heath is laying in the grass next to the steps and Wade would've missed him if not for the gleam of his orange hair in the soft light streaming down from the outside light. It's hard for him to get down with his arm in a sling so he nudges Heath with his foot, relieved when he gets up and helps Wade down, settling in next to him and hugging his knees to his chest. "So," Wade murmurs, holding his phone out and letting Heath catch a glimpse of his own tweet. "You don't give a damn anymore, huh?"
Heath's sigh is loud and long and seems to rid all of the oxygen out of his body, making Wade wince. "I just... it's tirin', constantly sittin' at home and watchin' the same guys get the same things over and over, and I ain't even barely been on TV lately. And when I am, I just keep losin'. It's stupid." He traces shapes in the sand, eyes distant and dark.
"So why do you stay?" Wade wonders. "I'm sure you could find something, you always seem to land on your feet no matter where you're at. Be it boxing, basketball, or wrestling."
Heath's lips twitch a little at Wade remembering his past sport endeavors, hand pausing in the sand. "It was my dream," he says slowly. "Bein' in the WWE, bein' a wrestler. It's just rough sometimes. Not winnin' is one thing, I'm kinda used to that, but it's the... not bein' used thing. I just wanna entertain people, y'know? Annoyin' people, makin' 'em laugh, or whatever. I guess I just miss it."
Wade nods, not really getting it, but trying to. He was there to win, to be champion, and Heath's aim with his career is so vastly different that he can't really envision it sometimes. But Heath had always been different, that's why he assumes he and Heath somehow just... work. They're both competitive, but in extremely opposite ways. Heath's there to have fun, maybe win here and there, but that's just an added bonus to his career. Reaching up with his good hand, he grips Heath's shoulder and drags him down. "We both know about how wrestling has its peaks and valleys," he murmurs into Heath's hair. "You're ridiculously patient for all of your hyper-ness, so... are you going to be patient a little longer, or let it go? Move on? Do something else?"
Heath yawns, nuzzling into Wade's warmth and shakes his head after a few minutes of thought. "Doubt it," he mumbles. "Even without Jinder and Drew, it's like home, y'know? A dysfunctional, but comfortable... kinda home. Besides, you'll be back sooner rather than later. Who'd I have to tease if I left?" He rests his hands on Wade's chest and smirks up at him as he rolls his eyes in reaction.
Whatever response Wade wants to make is muffled when Heath leans in and kisses him, running his fingers through his dark hair. "You are ridiculous," he finally settles for once Heath pulls away, grin surefire and smug. When Heath leans in and trails more kisses along his lips and cheeks, Wade sighs, hand warm against Heath's lower back. "So you're staying?"
"I guess I am," Heath concedes.
"Do you give a damn?" Wade prods after a moment, hating to distract him from the trail he's making down his throat, but wanting to know. Being unable to make sense of a Heath only there to have fun competing more so than actually winning is one thing, but having one that has lost his ability to care, well, that's something truly unfathomable to Wade.
"Yeah," Heath sighs out. "Course I do. Even when it's hard. I care." Their eyes are locked and Wade nods, his throat dry at the layers of meaning in that simple, quiet statement. Eyes softening, Heath gets up and brushes his hands off before reaching out for Wade. "C'mon, let's go inside, eh?" Between the two of them, they get Wade back up and walk to the apartment, Heath leaning against Wade's side as he wraps an arm around him. "Thanks, Brit."
Wade smiles and presses a quick kiss to the top of Heath's head. "You're welcome, ginger."