A win. By count out, sure, but still another under Heath's belt. He's sweaty and sore as he stumbles backstage, running his fingers through his hair. He sighs and changes clothes quickly, only stopping long enough to talk to Titus, who almost looks impressed that Heath had won at all. "See ya around," he finally says, half-waving at his tag partner before bailing. They hadn't quite gotten to the point of rooming together, Titus still barely just tolerating him, so Heath doesn't push it. It's kind of nice to have a room to himself anyway, especially when he wants to be loud and happy and not feel obligated to be quiet when Titus is trying to sleep.

As soon as his hotel door slams shut behind him, he's slipping into the shower again, washing the sweat caused by August humidity from his skin and hair, closing his eyes as some of the soreness eases from his muscles as well. "Hm," he yawns, pressing a hand against the cool tiles and trying to hurry the process along, aware that he's not going to stay awake for much longer. Once he's feeling good, he slips out and sinks into the sheets, still drying his long hair. He's thinking about cutting it, a little, tugging at the strands, but...

His phone rings. He sighs and grabs for it, sinking into the pillows. "Hullo, Brit."

There's a pause on the other end and Wade chuckles. "How'd you know it was me?"

"Who else would be callin' me at this hour?" he teases. "Just got outta the shower. How're you'n'Boodah doin'?"

"Fine. The mutt's tired himself out chasing squirrels outside of the window again. Like he thinks I'm going to let him out of the apartment if he destroys enough of our things."

Heath smirks. "What did he do, drop a couple of cushions off of the couch again?"

"...One. I think," Wade mumbles, huffing as Heath laughs at him. "He's very disruptive."

"Oh please, he's a careful puppy," Heath scoffs at him. "I've trained him better than that, and he doesn't wanna make you mad so he tries to keep you happy when he's there."

"Well, he learned his lesson when he bit me that time, I suppose."

"Oh c'mon, Brit, he hasn't done that in years," Heath yawns.

Wade wisely opts to let it go. "Well, anyway, I just wanted to congratulate you on winning again. Are you alright after that ZigZag?"

"Kinda sore, but nothin' major," Heath shrugs. "Can't keep me down, y'know. I can't believe I'm still on a winnin' streak, man. This is weird."

"Well, keep it up," Wade says, nudging Boodah with his foot. "Your mutt's proud of you."

"Is he the only one?" Heath smirks, eyes fluttering shut.

"... I am, as well," Wade admits after a moment of poking the lazy dog with his toes.

Heath's voice is weary but happy when he responds, "Thanks, Brit. I'd like to talk longer but I'm fallin' asleep sittin' up here, so, unless ya wanna talk me to sleep..."

"Fine," Wade says with a small chuckle. "I can do that, ginger."

"Thanks," Heath murmurs. "So tell me about rehab. How'd today go?" As Wade starts to tell him, he shifts the pillows around and settles in more comfortably, listening to the soft rumble of Wade's accent and slowly drifting off to some badly needed rest, a smile on his face.