Wade grimaces as he watches Raw, somehow expecting that Rusev is out to wrestle- and sure enough, before he even finishes thinking it, Heath comes out to some American theme, determination shining in his eye despite the monsterous challenge before him. "Brilliant," Wade exhales, leaning back to watch.

It goes about as well as can be expected. Which, considering everything, isn't too great. Wade frets quietly as Rusev locks in the same move that tore Zack Ryder's arm apart only a few weeks back, relieved when Rusev eventually releases it, Heath slumped against the mat, clinging to his shoulder. "Dammit," he mumbles, pacing around the living room while he waits for a call, a text, something. "He has to know I was watching. Why isn't he calling to let me know he's ok yet?"

The text eventually comes, Heath promises he's ok and would be home in the morning, and Wade exhales. It's normal enough for Heath to not be booked on both Raw and Smackdown, but still. Sometimes an early dismissal from traveling could mean an injury of some sort, so he sits up and he worries for the rest of the night, trying not to disturb Boodah as at least one of them should get a good night's sleep.

Breakfast is a blur, stumbling around trying not to trip over Boodah is just a vague fact on the edge of Wade's mind, and his thoughts only sharpen once more when he hears a car pull up in front of the apartment and doors slam, followed by keys in the lock and the front door finally pushing open as Heath walks in, exhales, and then looks up to find Wade waiting for him. "Hey, Brit," he exhales. Whole, and healthy, but glum.

"Hey, ginger." Wade's immediately on him, fingers pressing against his arm, rubbing his shoulder carefully. "What'd the trainer say?"

"Sore, bruised, ice, elevation, rest. I'll be ok." Heath walks over to sit across from Wade's empty plate at the kitchen table and slumps down. "I'm exhausted," he sighs as Wade's fingers continue to explore. "Didn't sleep well, hurt too much."

"Well, we'll have to see if we can do something about that," Wade mumbles, not bothering to mention his own horrid night of sleep. Tugging Heath up gently, he draws him into the living room and settles him on the couch, wrapping him up in a blanket before going to get the ice and a few pillows. A couple under his head, the last under his wrist. Painkillers and the remote later, Wade settles down in a chair that he's dragged near to the couch, listening to Heath's breathing as he flips through channels.

"Thanks, Brit," Heath murmurs, already slurring his words as his exhaustion creeps up over him. "Dunno what I'd do without ya..."

"Well, you won't ever have to worry about that," Wade tells him, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Pretty sure you're stuck with me."

Heath squints at him and shrugs. "Even though I'm just a big ol' loser?"

Wade sighs, not entirely surprised. Heath can be the brighest, most energetic fool Wade's ever known, but sometimes he gets very down on himself and needs to be pulled back from the brink. This appears to be one of those moments. "You're not a loser. This is Rusev we're talking about here, even I would have difficulties with him." He takes Heath's good hand and squeezes it. "I've watched you for years, you always bounce back from these things. Don't let Rusev be the thing that breaks you. It would make Boodah very sad."

Heath's lips are twitching. "And you?"

Wade makes a face at him. "What kind of question is that?" He exhales. "I would be disappointed. And I know you would do your best to not disappoint me, so..."

Heath nods. Bites his lips. "Alright." His voice sounds a little stronger, although he still seems wiped clean. "Wanna nap with me?"

"Yes," Wade agrees easily, the two of them shifting the blankets and things around so he can fit next to Heath, wrapping an arm around him as they snuggle together. "Better?"

"The best," Heath mumbles, tuckling his face into Wade's chest. "Thanks, Brit. For everythin'."

"Anytime, ginger," he murmurs, kissing the side of his face. "Now get some sleep."

A few moments later, Boodah noses at Wade's fingers but they sleep on, completely at peace and oblivious to him.