'These are the last two beers.'

'In the entire world?'

'From the mini bar.' Wade's mouth twitched and stretched, not a smile nor a frown but something in the middle.

'Great. I need a decent bit of drunk right now.'

'You're in trouble.'

Shocked blue and one hand up playing nervously with his hair. 'How did you guess?'

'Not a guess, I KNOW, my dear 'Grandrew' because I know you more than I do Marty.'

'Then you have an idea what I'm going through.'

'They're trying to seduce you to jump to their side, her especially I take it.'

'Her and Chavo, not that I've anything against Chavo, but...'

'And you're a slight touch interested it what it would be like.'

'Enough to make things unpleasant.'

'Uncomfortable.'

'As sandpaper worn inside boxers, yes.'

'If you need my help, ANY time, I'm here. I'll understand no matter what you decide.'

'Doubt Del Rio would. And Sheamus. And Jus-.'

Wade held Drew up next to his chest,face in his shirt the way they'd not done in years and allowed to weep if need be.

'Don't bother explaining to mine, tell him you're still working out the aftermath of divorce, he's dim-witted, he'll believe you.'

'That's okay for me, it's mine...or perhaps WAS mine, I'm going to be rejected by.'

'He may understand.'

'Not Justin. Not with his emotional problems and that temper. He's worse than Randy, Kane and a girl with PMS all combined.'

'Feral mutt. If he loves you truly, he'll support you through anything.'

'That's just it. He DOES love me, enough to never want to lose me.'

Shoes thrown with fury, hard enough to dent the walls.

Shattered lamp spilled across the rug.

Clothes flung about, cloth snowfall.

One frustrated Angel in a pile of luggage.

'You know the rules, Hairball, you break it, you buy it.'

'Don't speak to me, don't look at me and DON'T touch me! I'm out of here as soon as get this damn-'

Justin struggled with the partly broken zipper on the duffel, glared when Drew reached out a helping hand, slapped it back.

'I want to help you.'

'Don't waste your time. You know what?, I'm GLAD you want her back, you deserve to be beaten.'

Sky blue with grey storm clouds covering the sun, rain moving in to pour down and drown them.

No, only tears.

'You can't mean that.'

'I do.'

'You're hurting and I'm to blame but at least let me-'

'Lie some more?!'

'Explain.'

'No thanks, I'm leaving, I'll find another room.'

'No, you're STAYING here, I'm spending the next night with Al and Ricardo.'

'So I'm not leaving.' Justin gave up on the suitcases, refolded a tee and placed it in his lap to hide certain things, pulled on shades to hide other things showing in his eyes.

'No you're not.'

'Good. Now the question is...' Justin lost the sunglasses, crawled into Drew's lap, eye to eye contact, face to face, nothing now to hide. 'Are you?'

'I hope not.'

Not Drew's voice or Justin's. In fact no familiar strong accent from the balcony.

Dean perched on the railing.

'You'll fall.' Justin scolded, wondering why he cared.

'I'll be okay. Now then.' He hopped off and walked carefully into the bedroom, avoiding the mess.

'I don't trust you.' Drew sat on the floor and pushed a dozen socks aside with his foot.

Justin didn't speak, he alomst did trust this guy, Enemy yeah, but he was learning people you loved would stab you in the heart just as easily as someone that hated you would.

'Good call. I'm not trustworthy. Or either of you guys friend either.'

'So you're here to kill us? Because I really don't care anymore, not with my life over.'

Justin glanced at Drew once,quickly, taken back if he was in trouble after all and maybe not lying.

But he still didn't believe him, not anymore.

Didn't love him either.

'I'm here to give you advice. Don't go.'

'What's it to you what I do?'

'Because if you leave, Seth will go after HIM again.' Dean frowned at Justin. 'And I HATE to share my Sethy.'

'I don't want them together either, right, Hairball?' Drew flashed a smile at Justin.

Who silently walked away.