"My jaw hurts," Heath mumbles, his voice barely audible over the phone as Wade prepares for bed in Florida. "This sucks."
"I know. I'm sorry. Do you have ice?" he asks, shaking out the sheets as best as he can one handed.
"Yeah. I just can't sleep with it on..." He sounds pitiful as the phone shifts, ice clinking together audible over the phone.
"Right," Wade sighs, sitting down on the bed and peeking at his surgical scar. "I can stay awake and keep you company for awhile longer."
"Aw ya don't have to," Heath grimaces. "I know you're busy, I don't wanna put you out-"
"I offered," Wade interrupts him. "Now get comfortable and I'll tell you more about this script I've been reading through."
Heath chuckles. "Alright, go for it. You a villian again?"
"What else would I be?"
"Right, of course. How could I forget that?" Heath chuckles and listens as Wade shuffles through the papers, finding a good place to start reading. "You're such the perfect bad boy."
"I always did hear bad boys attracted certain kinds of people," he says, off-hand.
"Definitely works for southern boys," Heath teases. "Tall, dark bad boy with a complex and a gun... not a bad visual, all'n'all."
"You missed a word there, I think," Wade says, amused as he waits for this tangent to end so he can recite some of the dialogue before him.
Heath hums for a bit, exaggeratedly mulling it over before... "Handsome?"
"Ah, very good," Wade smirks. "Now may I read?"
"What, you don't wanna continue flirtin'? Fine then, carry on." Wade pauses a second as Heath shifts, grunting in some discomfort, the ice clattering around before easing.
A small smile on his face, he begins reading off the dialogue, pausing now and again to listen to Heath's breathing until it's obvious that the other man had fallen asleep, ice pack and all. "G'night, ginger," he murmurs, quietly scooping up his papers before scooting under the nice, warm sheets and settling in with his phone against his ear, listening to Heath for a few moments more until his eyes grow heavy as well. He hangs up and quietly puts the phone down on the table next to the bed before shutting the lamp off. "Get up here, mutt," he calls out, listening until Boodah takes Heath's side of the bed.
Wade sleeps easily that night.