Dress nicely.

When Jeff saw what his brother had written, he had half a mind to crumple up the paper and throw it at Matt. Dress nicely? Was he insinuating that Jeff normally didn't dress nice?

Jeff held up that paper and pointed at it, looking at Matt and mouthed, What the fuck?

Matt snatched the paper and wrote, Presentable.

This time, Jeff threw the paper in the air and watched as it slowly fluttered down and landed on the carpet. He stomped his feet like a child and left the room.

"I guess I'll pick out his clothes," Matt sighed. He picked out black dress pants with a purple dress shirt for Jeff to wear. Matt found Jeff in the living room on the couch and put the clothing items on his lap. He pointed at them to indicate to Jeff that he was supposed to put them on for Vince.

Jeff shook his head.

Matt encouragingly nodded at his brother. Jeff sighed and went to the bathroom to change. When he reentered the room, he had a disgusted look on his face. He didn't enjoy being dressed up against his will.

Matt picked up his keys and jingled them in front of Jeff's face. "Let's go," Matt said, even though he knew that Jeff couldn't hear him.

"Mr. Hardy, you're looking fantastic," Vince said as Jeff and Matt entered the room.

"Er…" Matt said, not know which Mr. Hardy that Vince was addressing.

"Well, both of you, but I was talking to Jeff, but…Oh, yeah," Vince sighed. He had a temporary mind slip, forgetting that Jeff couldn't hear a word he said. He extended his hand out to Jeff, and Jeff shook it. Vince motioned to the chairs to let the Hardy brothers know to sit down. "Is he excited?"

"I think he is," Matt said, glancing at Jeff, who was fidgeting in the chair next to him. "But he's nervous, as well."

"That is to be understood. I suppose I should be asking him, this, but maybe you can communicate with him better than I can. How does he think he will be able to work matches with his opponents?"

Matt turned to Jeff and attempted to ask the question in sign language. He quickly gave up. "Sir, do you have a pen and paper?"

"Of course," Vince nodded, handing Matt the required supplies.

How are you going to work matches if you can't talk to your opponents?

Jeff looked up and Matt. He put up two fingers like a peace sign, pointed to his eyes, and then Jeff's eyes. Matt chuckled and wrote something else down.

I'm not going to be your opponent every match.

Jeff thought about it and replied, We can either memorize it or completely wing it. If I know who is booked to win, we can do it. I can do anything.

"Well, there's your answer," Matt sighed, pushing the paper across Vince's desk.

"Matt, I don't know how many Superstars are going to be comfortable with this," Vince said, worried about his other talent.

"Is anybody really comfortable with anything you make them do?" Matt countered, a risky move.

Vince carefully surveyed Matt. "You have a knack for really pushing the envelope around me, but…I like it."

"Er, thanks, I guess," Matt said. He glanced at Jeff. "So, do we have a deal?"

"Would he be opposed to valet work for a few weeks?"

Matt quickly wrote the question down for Jeff to answer. Jeff shrugged, but a smile lightly danced across his lips.

"He's fine with it," Matt announced.

"Well, then, Jeff Hardy," Vince said, opening a drawer of his desk and pulling out a packet of papers, "welcome back to the WWE."

Jeff sat still, twiddling his thumbs, not able to hear those words he'd been dying to hear. Matt nudged him to get his attention and pointed at the contract.

Jeff's jaw dropped. He pointed to himself, as if to ask that he was the one receiving the contract.

Matt nodded happily.

Jeff's lingering smile turned into a full on grin as he snatched the contract and skimmed over it. He was like a baby puppy with his enthusiasm. He quickly signed on the dotted line and accepted his second run in the WWE.

This was going to be interesting.