It's not easy. Heath's fingers twitch towards his phone too often, reminding himself of the things being said on social media, the speculation, people judging him, already believing him guilty. He swallows and scrubs at his face before getting to his feet. He trudges into Wade's office and runs his fingers through Wade's dark hair, leaning in to press a quick kiss to the side of his face. "I'm gonna go out for a drive," he says, eyes dull, voice quiet. "Won't be gone for too long, just wanna clear my head."
Wade looks up at him, reaching out for him. "Want some company?" Worry for his significant other clouds his eyes, leaves him floundering for something to say, some way to make Heath feel better, not sound quite so defeated.
"Nah, it's ok, thanks though. I know you're busy with all'a this stuff." He flutters a hand at the desk. With Wade's face turned towards him, he kisses him softly on the lips this time and forces a smile. "I'll see you in a little bit," he promises before scooping the keys off of the desk and heading for the door. Wade and Boodah both follow him, each with equally worried airs about them, and Heath only pauses long enough to smooth his hand between Boodah's eyebrows absently. "Next time, boy. I promise."
He walks out of the door and Wade leans against the doorframe, watching him drive out into the darkness, and swallows hard. "Bullocks," he mumbles, aware he's not going to be able to focus on the movie scripts cluttering his desk anymore. "C'mon, boy," he says to the large dog, moving to the couch and sprawling out, the dog quickly joining him, a warm panting pressure against his hip. He sighs, trailing his fingers lazily up and down Boodah's nose, along his wide forehead, to his ears. "I wish you could talk to give me ideas on how to make Heath feel better," he murmurs.
Despite his support, and Boodah's always loyal presence, Wade can only imagine how isolated the man feels- his whole life is wrestling, and entertaining the crowds that they visit week in and week out. To suddenly lose that, and be stuck at home for the first time since his suspension, unable to see their coworkers like usual, or lose himself in the ebb and flow of a match... Even thinking about it leaves Wade tense, a heavy weight on his chest. Thinking about how Heath must feel leaves him desperate for some way to help... He's still mulling over what to do when his eyes rest on the phone that Heath abandoned before leaving, all of the things he's trying to escape held within the small piece of technology, something clicking deep inside of him. "I've got it!" he exclaims, scrambling for his own phone while Boodah whines, eyes peering up at Wade as he types quickly.
It's short, two words, but he thinks it'll mean a lot to his boyfriend when he sees it, especially considering how quiet everyone in the business has been since the initial announcement from WWE, and Heath's statement in response to everything going on. He's not even that bothered when Drew McIntyre is one of the first to RT his tweet, opting instead to see it as more badly needed support for the struggling man than more proof of Drew's unrequited feelings.
Wade is still sitting there, head leaning back against the couch cushions, Boodah's warmth soothing him as he waits for Heath, when the door opens, and the man himself creeps in. It'd been about half an hour and Heath sighs, smiling weakly at him before he reaches out tentatively for his phone. Powers it on, flicks through some menus before finding himself back at Twitter. He stares at the screen for a long, tense moment before his shoulders slump and he exhales softly. "Man, I got the best boyfriend in the world, ya know?" he asks, walking over to the couch and kneeling down. Runs his fingers over Boodah's nose. "You know that, right, boy?" Boodah barks and Heath chuckles, looking at Wade. "Goin' against WWE's orders, trying to end up in Twitter school again?"
Wade shrugs. "It's worth it," he says, staring Heath in the eye. "Shut some people up when they see you have people supporting you."
Heath closes his eyes, then shifts up, kissing Wade slowly. Taking his time, enjoying Wade's lips, the soft noises he's making, gripping his side lightly. "I don't deserve you," he confesses against Wade's lips.
"Shut up with that," he says dismissively, adjusting himself so he grips Heath's hips and draw him up to sit in Wade's lap, pressing quick, soft kisses along his shoulders, down his arm. "You deserve to have support, and to feel good, wanted. If I can provide one of those things, great, but I'm always going to do my best to do both for you."
Heath rests his forehead against Wade's, tears beading below his eyeslids. "I love you," he murmurs with a soft grin.
"That's bloody good, because I love you too," Wade chuckles, running his fingers through Heath's hair and kissing him again, fingers sprawled over his jaw.
They don't know how long this case will last, how long Heath will be kept off of the road, but Wade thinks if all of the nights end up like this, they'll be just fine.