The next time Wade sees him, Heath looks sore, cranky, and ready to blow at the smallest thing. "Don't say a word," he warns Wade as he walks in, holding his side.

"I wasn't going to," Wade says, keeping a close eye on him as he stumbles over to the couch and flops down, his hair covering his face and making it impossible for Wade to guess his moods. "Heath..." He sits down next to him and slowly massages his back, waiting for some sort of reaction from his significant other. "It'll be alright, ginger. You've lost to worse."

He makes a soft little scoffing noise, muffled in the cushions of the couch, and Wade's fingers press down a little more insistently until Heath exhales and looks up, dark eyes miserable and fixed. "I love this business, man. I do, but things like this keep happenin' and I just... I can't... I keep losin' and lookin' more and more like a joke, 'n' I dunno what to do about it."

Wade's massage stops abruptly and Heath exhales. "Well, there's two choices," he finally says, resuming putting pressure on Heath's spine. "You could move on, try to prove yourself elsewhere, or you can be patient, tough it out a little longer. See if things get better."

"I know," Heath sighs. It's a conversation they've had quite a few times, with it always ending in the same way. Heath remaining in this cycle of confusion and pain until WWE throws him another crumb that makes him hungry for more. "I just... it's hard."

Wade nods. "I understand. Whatever you choose to do, I'll support you." He presses a faint kiss to the back of Heath's neck and sprawls out on top of him, making Heath laugh a little bit. "I suppose we could just take a nap right now, leave the heavy thinking to later though."

"Nap sounds nice," he mumbles. "But I don't wanna move 'cause this feels good."

"Didn't say we were moving," Wade responds, settling more snugly against Heath. "Good? You can breathe, right?"

"Yep. You always were my favorite blanket." Heath shifts, allowing Wade to settle more evenly against his back. "I love you."

"I love you too. Even when a bunny rabbit just kicked your ass."

Heath tenses up for a moment, then laughs helplessly. "If I could move, I'd kick your ass right now." He closes his eyes and grunts. "Thanks for always bein' there, no matter how bad things get, Brit."

"You do the same for me, so there's nothing to thank me for," Wade tells him, lips ghosting against his shoulderblades. He kisses lightly until Heath relaxes under him, dark eyes closed as exhaustion claims him and he falls face first into a hard sleep. Mouth quirking into a smile, Wade rests his head against Heath's back and closes his eyes, the sound of Heath's soft breathing and heart beating easing him into pure darkness as well.