After Titus' constant refusals to tag with him, and Heath getting punked out by Flo Rida, he's understandably glum whenever Wade talks to him on the phone. Once Heath's home, this means Titus is home too and they only live a few blocks away from each other, so Wade decides to take Boodah for a walk while Heath prepares lunch. Heath leans away from the bowl of meat he's mixing together to kiss Wade before he slips out of the back door, offering him a weak sort of smile as he goes, Boodah bounding around his feet. "Boodah, be good, boy," Heath orders the dog, who immediately calms and gives Wade a little more leeway in getting out of the door without injury.

They've walked out of sight of the apartment complex before Wade changes direction and leads Boodah down the street that leads towards Titus' address. His sons are running around outside and stop short when they see Wade, looking back and forth from Boodah to Wade, eyes wide. Wade swallows, not comfortable around kids, especially ones who stare like this. "Is your father home?" he asks briskly. "Titus? I work with him."

One of the kids run off, leaving the other to stare quietly and Wade fights not to facepalm. He never thought he'd feel like this, but it's a relief when Titus comes out, the two boys finally running off as he approaches Wade. "What's going on, Barrett?" he wonders, staring curiously at Boodah. The dog hops forward, panting and licking at him happily. Titus sighs and pets him, rolling his eyes. "You're as obnoxious as your owner," he mumbles.

"That's why I'm here," Wade says, staring at Titus. "He's bloody miserable after the Flo Rida nonsense this week. I'm aware that he's not the easiest to get along with at first, but I think you should give him another chance."

Titus grimaces at him. "You live with him, for whatever reason. You really expect me to trust him to be a worthwhile partner that I can win with? I didn't break up with Darren Young just to level down like that."

Wade rolls his eyes back at him. "You are aware he's been tag champions three times, right? It's where he's at his best, usually. With the right partner. But if you think that you'll hold him back, I suppose I can help him find someone better easily enough." It's an obvious pride ploy and, amazingly enough, it works as Titus glares at him, roughly patting Boodah before standing up at his full height.

"Fine I'll give him another chance. He'd better not screw it up." Titus turns and yells at his sons that it's time for lunch before heading back inside.

Wade smirks and turns Boodah back towards the apartment, now hungry as well.

The next time Heath and Titus team up, they lose again and it's clear that Titus isn't happy. "I'm doin' my best here, man. It takes time for teams to gel, y'know?!" Heath exclaims, obviously in pain as they walk up the ramp.

"I know plenty about teams gelling," Titus snaps. "We should've started to by now. I knew I shouldn't have listened to that stupid British boyfriend of yours..."

Heath freezes just past the curtain and stares at him. "What? Wade told you to team with me again?"

"Yes! I'm regretting it more and more." Titus glowers at him, storming off.

Heath blinks. "Huh..." He needs to work some more at convincing Titus to team with him again, but right now he just wants to talk to Wade. Ducking into a side room, he pulls his cell phone out and calls him.

"Hey, ginger," Wade says. "Better luck next time."

"Thanks," he sighs. "So I heard through the grapevine someone was doin' a little convincin' on my behalf to keep my tag partner from runnin' off. Considerin' I thought Titus was gonna bail and go back to wrestlin' singles, I guess I owe ya one, Brit."

"Boodah did most of the talking," Wade sniffs dismissively. Heath laughs at this and Wade smirks. "Don't worry about it, ginger. I just wanted you to stop moping around the apartment."

Heath rolls his eyes. "I wasn't that bad, was I?"

"Worse," Wade says with a sneer. "Anyway, I'm glad O'Neil listened. I would've had to give him some bad news, otherwise."

Heath chuckles, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "I'll talk to you later, Brit. I gotta go shower'n'get out of here before Titus completely loses his temper."

"Alright. Talk to you later."

"Bye." Heath hesitates for a moment to listen to Wade's breathing, not really wanting to disconnect the call, before finally hitting the end button and heading out to find Titus.