"So did you enjoy yourself?" Boxer asked as she took a pepper out of the fridge.

"Yeah, it was a nice time." Drew said before taking a seat at the table.

"Good."

"I expect you enjoyed the peace and quiet…" Drew teased.

"Yeah, but it was starting to get a little too quiet." Boxer turned around and smiled. "So, how does pepper steak sound?"

"Delicious." Drew smiled.

"I figured as much. I know you ate nothing but junk while you were gone and-"

"He behaved himself, Boxer…"

"God, I thought you were gonna make me ask." Boxer said with an exhale.

"Sorry."

"Don't be." Boxer said.

"No, I'm sorry for-"

"Drew, it's ok. You're still hurting, and you don't know what to do with your feelings right now. I understand." Boxer turned to him and took hold of his hands.

"You do?"

"Of course, it was a silly kiss. It didn't mean anything." Boxer giggled. Of course Drew wasn't thinking straight, he would never betray Wade like that. She touched his cheeked and turned back to the stove.

"…Right." Drew said lowly.

"So, tell me all about your weekend." Boxer's eyes went from Drew to Wade's before putting a fork to her mouth. Wade cleared his throat and looked up from his plate.

"Ahem, well there's not much to tell, love. We went to a few clubs, this nice little beach in Savannah..." Wade said. Drew's eyes were filled with disapproval when he looked over at Wade.

"Well the important thing is you two had fun. And Drew looks a lot happier now."

"What's your deal? You've had your nose turned up at me ever since we've been back." Wade asked as he put the leftovers in the fridge.

"You know what the problem is..." Drew looked over his shoulder once before going back to the sink of dishes.

"Oh for christ's sake, nothing happened!"

"Because I didn't let it happen." Drew turned around sharply on his heel and hissed.

"You really don't think I could've turned that bird down myself?" Wade asked in disbelief.

"Could you?" Boxer stood in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Boxer, I promise-" Wade started.

"Shut up." She spat. "You lied to me..." Her eyes glassy with approaching tears as she looked at Drew.

"Boxer, I'm sorry." Drew whispered.

"Save it." She uttered before stomping away.

"Boxer, come back here." Wade pleaded, following her through the living room.

"Leave me alone!" She cried as she stormed out the door.

"Boxer, Boxer where do you think you're going?" Drew pulled up slowly alongisde Boxer as she walked down the road.

"Leave me alone, Drew."

"Leave you out here in the middle of the night? Not a chance." He replied.

"I mean it, go away." She huffed with crossed arms.

"You know that's not gonna happen so just get in the car."

"No!"

"We're sorry, Boxer." Drew said. Damn that velvety voice of his.

"Then why's it just you in the car?" Boxer asked.

"I figured Wade wouldn't be safe around you right now." He teased. Boxer chuckled for a moment, then cleared her throat.

"Don't make me laugh, I'm mad at you."

"If I promise you a ride on my bike, will you get in the car?" He asked. Boxer stopped in her tracks and looked over at him suspiciously.

"Promise?"

"I promise." He nodded.

"Alright, fine-whoa!" Boxer started towards the car but tripped to the ground.

"Boxer!"

"I don't think it's a sprain, but let's get you some ice." Drew said as he carried Boxer through the front door.

"What happened?" Wade asked as he walked from the kitchen.

"We just had a little spill." Drew said.

"Here, I'll take her. Go get the ice."

"No." Boxer said. Drew met Wade's eyes and shrugged.

"Fine." He said before starting towards their room.

"You're gonna have to talk to him eventually." Drew said as he set Boxer down on the counter.

"Yeah well not tonight." She pouted. Drew looked back at her once as he reached into one of the cabinets.

"You worked your knee over good." He said before dabbing a alcohol-dipped cotton ball on her knee.

"Ouch!" She whined.

"I know, I know." He crooned. He looked up and saw she was biting back a few tears and slowly blew his cool breath across her knee.

"Better?" He asked. She slowly nodded her head. "Now let's take a look at that ankle." He said, absent-mindedly running his hand down her leg to get there.

"No!"

"Calm down, it's just a bruise." He chuckled.

"Are you sure?"

"I wrestled for a living, I know a sprain when I see one." He said. "You gonna be alright?"

"I guess so." She said. He slid his hands to her waist and helped her off the counter.

"If you need anything, don't get up, just call me." He ordered.

"Mmm-hmm." She mumbled.

"I'm sorry Boxer, I really am."

"I know." She nodded. He brushed some hair away from her face and kissed her forehead.

" 'Night."