"Brit, c'mon-"

"No, ginger, you come on," Wade retorts, maneuvering around the apartment carefully as he watches Heath put their laundry away. "I'm mostly off of the pain killers by now, I finish the antibiotics tomorrow, you can easily go back on the road with the WWE, and I can take care of myself for a few days here and there."

Heath shakes his head, orange hair going every which way as he folds Wade's shirts and puts them in one side of the drawer, stacking up his own on the other. "Aw c'mon, it sounds like you just wanna get rid of me. I ain't been that bad, have I? Been good to ya, getting ya food and lettin' you get first crack at the movies we watch... hell, I even kept Boodah outta the bedroom at night so ya could sleep in peace."

Wade sighs and wraps his good arm around Heath from behind, pressing him flush against his chest. "You've been fine, as I knew you would be. We've been down this road before, if I remember correctly." He pinches Heath's side and chuckles as the ginger jerks, the pain stabbing up his arm in response almost worth it as Heath turns and glares up at him. "But you can't put your career on hold forever, not just to nurse me back to 100%... which I can do fine for a little bit now that I'm not going to be as groggy. And your silly Boodah mutt over there will keep an eye on me, I'm sure."

The black dog makes a huffing, whimpering sound as he eyes them from where he's sacked out on the floor, and Heath releases a breath. "What exactly've I got to go back for, though? 3MB's gone, I'm barely on TV as it is. At least here I gotta purpose." He steps back and lightly pats Wade on his good arm before turning back to the laundry.

Wade rolls his eyes at the back of Heath's head before trying again, pulling him away from the laundry and pushing him onto the bed, standing between his legs so he can't get up. Ignoring his blustering complaints, he leans in, careful not to topple over since his balance isn't the best with one arm in a sling. "You're going back to Raw this coming week, and you're going to find yourself a partner or something to do, and Boodah and I will be fine on our own until you come home to us. Understand?"

Heath closes his eyes with a soft groan. "It really means that much to ya, huh?" Wade doesn't move, clearly waiting for a satisfactory answer, and Heath sighs out most of the breath in his body. "Fine. Understood."

Nodding sharply, Wade steps back and lets Heath get back to work on the last few shirts and pants waiting in the laundry basket. As soon as this is done and the basket is stuffed back in the closet to wait for the next trip out to do laundry, Wade cups his face with his good hand and guides him up, slowly kissing him.

Heath looks a little dazed, lips twitching up into a smile when Wade lets him go. "Thanks," he mumbles, reluctantly accepting that his returning is for the best. Wade nods in response and leans in for another, lengthier kiss.

-x

Boodah is sitting at Wade's feet, chewing at random pieces of turkey that Wade's tossed him from his own supper, when his phone beeps to alert him of a text. It's from Heath, and he comes very close to dropping his sandwich when he reads it.

I guess I'm partnerin' up with Titus O'Neil for a little while. Think we should be named somethin' like Slater Gator. What d'ya think?

Wade moves slowly as he puts his sandwich down and claps his good hand over his face, ignoring Boodah's worried whine. "What the bloody hell have I done?"