Despite they're being on a bit of a winning streak in singles and as a team, Heath and Titus still only just get along. Wade's getting used to hearing them argue while discussing strategy, thankfully things ordinarily don't get heated, but one day after Heath wins by countout against Ziggler, he's playing with Boodah outside when the bickering turns into scandalized yells, then something loud crashes and Boodah immediately loses interest in Wade, rushing into the apartment. "Shit," Wade mumbles, getting to his feet as quickly as he can and following the dog.

When they reach the kitchen, it's to find Heath down on his ass, teeth gritted as he struggles not to move. "Keep Boodah out of here!" he yells at Wade who starts to help Titus keeping the dog back.

"What did you do?" Wade demands of Titus, having no doubt that it's the man before him's fault, since Heath is down.

"He was getting on my nerves, I didn't think and just pushed him. He hit the counter and knocked a bunch of plates onto the floor and then slipped and hit the ground, breaking more of them."

Wade grits his teeth, anger welling up inside of him as he grips Boodah's collar and marches him through the apartment, shutting him up in the bedroom- and ignoring his whining and fussing- before returning to the kitchen. "Heath, are you hurt?"

"I don't think so, but I don't wanna move," he mumbles, staring down at the shards of Corelle around him. Wade understands this so he grabs a broom and slips inside, trying to sweep up what he can just to get to Heath without worrying about cutting himself or getting any shards stuck in his shoes. "Careful, careful," he chants, gripping Wade's hand and trying to get some traction as he helps to pull himself up.

There are shards up and down his pant legs, Wade gnawing at his tongue as he examines Heath's jeans. "Go take them off, I'll finish cleaning up in here. I'll be in to check in on you in a minute," he says, pushing Heath past Titus and continuing to sweep up. As he throws away dustpan after dustpan of broken dishes, he points his finger warningly at Heath's tag partner. "You owe us a new set of dishes. And never ever lay hands on Heath in our house again, or you'll regret it. I will sicc that mutt on you, and then whatever he doesn't take care of, I'll finish off."

Titus nods tensely. "I'll buy you guys a gift card or something, you can select your own," he mumbles, already half out of the door, not eager to stick around after that threat.

Wade breathes a little easier once he's gone, tossing away another set of shards and sweeping over the floor once more to make sure it's clean before going to check on Heath. He's sitting morosely on the toilet, face in his hands and Wade kneels down in front of him, carefully checking the back of his legs. "Stand up," he says softly, examining Heath's thighs and hips to make sure he's not bleeding. Outside of a bruise forming where he'd fallen, Wade doesn't see anything too worrisome there. "Well, you look alright."

"Thanks," Heath mumbles once Wade's done examining him and urges him to sit back down. He watches grimly as Wade takes his jeans over to the tub and, plugging it, shakes the fabric out, trying to get the shards out of the denim. "Titus gone?"

"Yes," Wade says simply, running his fingers through the denim once more before throwing them in the clothes hamper. "Come on." Gripping Heath by the hand, he leads him into the bedroom and lets Boodah dash out into the rest of the apartment. "I cleaned the kitchen, he should be fine."

"Thank you," Heath says again, digging around in his closet. He pulls out sweatpants this time, putting them on.

Wade watches him quietly as Heath pulls the pants on and sits down next to him. "Did I make a mistake by forcing O'Neil to continue teaming with you? You're doing ok on your own, and now he's attacking you in your own home..."

"Nah," Heath yawns. "We'll be ok. It's not like none of us Nexus boys ever scrabbled." He rests his head on Wade's shoulder and hums. "Don't worry about it, I can take care of myself."

Wade grimaces. "But you don't need to," he explains, running his fingers through Heath's messy hair. "You've got me." He exhales as Heath smiles against his arm. "By the by, I've gotten O'Neil to agree to buy us new dishes."

Heath slips his fingers between Wade's and squeezes. "You're the best."

"I know."

Heath's laughter is warm and comforting. "I love you," he sighs.

"I love you too."