Heath wakes up with a yawn, not that surprised to find Wade's gone. The man always gets obsessive when rehabbing injuries, leaving at nearly day break and working late into the afternoon day after day, working nonstop until he's cleared for in-ring competition. At this rate, Heath will still be benched and Wade will be back on TV by his lonesome. It eats at Heath, but there's not much he can do about it until his courtcase wraps up. He reaches out to scratch Boodah's head before rolling out of bed and going to feed him. "C'mon, big guy."
He's wandering around the apartment, picking up here and there, trying to make things look nice for when Wade returns, when there's a loud knock at the front door and he yelps despite himself, dropping some notes from his lawyer onto the ground. "Crap!" he hisses before leaving it and rushing to the door, not eager for a repeat of the loud banging against their door. He blinks, finding the mailman halfway down the block by the time he gets it unlocked and opened, a huge box laying at Heath's feet. "Huh, what's this?" Leaning down, he hoists it up and hums, walking back into the apartment as Boodah sniffs and barks and generally acts as hyperactive as ever. "Down, boy, c'mon, don't trip me up," he chides him before kicking the door shut with his foot, slitting the box with his thumbnail and opening it in one quick motion.
He realizes pretty quickly that it's for Wade, a box of things from his parents, and Heath chuckles faintly, looking through the British food items, and packets of tea that Wade only will drink from home because the brands offered State side just doesn't taste right, too sweet, too weak, or... His thoughts derail as he frowns down at a magazine hidden under some packing peanuts. "Viz Annuals?" he mumbles to himself, the cover itself looking weird enough to give him pause in actually thumbing through it, uncertain what exactly he'll find inside.
He's still staring at the magazine cover when Wade returns, sweaty and hot but pleased with what he's done the last few hours. "Hey, ginger." He leans in and kisses Heath, ignoring his muffled complaints about how sweaty Wade is, smirking. "What's this?" he wonders, nudging the box with his toe.
"You received it in the mail, I think it's from back home," Heath explains. "Sorry I opened it, wasn't really payin' attention and didn't realize it wasn't mine till too late." He holds the magazine up and stares at him. "What's Viz Annuals?"
Wade laughs. Takes the magazine from him and sits down, leaning back into Heath's space as he stares down at the magazine. "It's this bloody ridiculous magazine, very immature humor." He hesitates. "It's a Britain tradition, my father makes sure to mail me the latest every holiday." He smiles. "Wanna see?"
Heath scoots closer and looks at the comics over Wade's shoulder, squinting at some of it and laughing at the rest. A few pages in, he's forgotten about how sweaty Wade is and is leaning against his back, following along with the characters and their various stories as Wade slowly flips through it, sometimes reading aloud as he traces his fingers over the speech bubbles within. When Wade gets to the final page, Heath hums. "That's really funny," he says quietly. "Maybe you'll let me read 'em with you sometimes?"
"I'd like that," Wade says with a nod. "These magazines were a big part of my teens and 20s. I still have my subscription, so I get them fairly regularly." He wraps an arm around Heath and holds him close, kissing the side of his face and ignoring Heath's nose crinkling at how ripe he still smells from the last few hours of rehab. "I'll let you know when I get the next one. We can read it together."
"Sure. I'd like that a lot, Brit." Heath smiles as Wade gets up, lightly dropping the magazine into his lap before going to get cleaned up. He runs his fingers over the glossy pages and grins at Boodah, feeling happy and warm at being introduced to another part of Wade's life even after all of these years.