Punk had tried to keep him, in that shoddy excuse for a Nexus, and failed.

Seth had tried to keep him as Shield Pack Leader, not to mention in bed.

Another failure.

Now Corey had him, but couldn't fully tame him.

Couldn't stop him from daydreaming, fantasizing with a smile, a tiny smile as he chewed baby aspirin, doing his best not to stretch the yellow-green-plum colored bruise on one side of his face, trailing from beneath the eye down to his jaw.

He COULD dream, about a particular goal he'd wanted to 'WIN' for years now.

Pink powder on his teeth from the childrens medicine.

'Wat dink jy van hom, Moeder?'

His mother had a mirror image smile. It was great to be home, dear Moeder, sister Kamaria, still in wolfdog form, the one negative, and his man there beside him, Justin with his arms slung around Drew's hips, a happy monkey in a tree, clinging.

'You'll be crowded in bed, I'm afraid.'

'We'll manage. Off to the living quarters, Drewtologist!'

Justin carried most of the luggage, walking on clouds and marshmallow fluff, happy as can be.

'This is your childhood room,hmm?'

'Yeah, old toys and all. Bed's from my teenage growth spurt by the way.'

'You didn't spurt very far.'

'We can't all be soakers like you, giraffe.'

'Of course not.' Drew fell back on the bed, grinned with mischief in his eyes, began to bounce, making the springs squeak and started on the obscene breathing.

'Quit that! You twit, you want my mom to hear?!'

Drew kept on, now working on vulgar grunting.

'Stop it, you weirdo!'

'Firm and sturdy mattress.' The embarrassment drifted to an end.

'We'll test it later, FAR later, past midnight.' Justin leaned against his pillar of a lover, hard as stone and wonderful as being home again, with the family and your very own lover by your side.

'She knows we've slept together.' Drew spoke slowly, a tad nervous.

'More than slept.'

'You TOLD her that?!'

'I didn't go into full Dear Penthouse details, but, yeah, she knows. My dad is gone and my sister is stuck being a dog the rest of her life. My mom's the only one here I CAN talk to.'

'I'm glad you're not alone.'

'With you around, I never will be.'

Justin felt the fantasy fading, wished to hold on to it, stop being a snot and apologize, have it like it used to be.

But as Corey reminded him, HE was staying, not leaving for TNA.

Someone who didn't care about him he could trust.

Someone he loved so much his heart bled tears, was the traitor, the liar.

Justin chewed more aspirin.

The bruise on his face was slowly healing.

Curt held the gigantic sombrero wondering how it'd ended up in his locker room space, right on top of his sneakers.

Nobody around so he modeled it, twirled in circles in front of the mirror.

Ramen noodles sprouting from sexy bumped him, nuzzled him.

'Nice, right?'

'Better on you.' He refused to look in Dolph's eyes. They, for now, were split and he relished and despised the breakup.

'Not exactly.'

'I'm not screwing the entire roster and skipping around like a moron to get you to love me.'

'Who said that's what I like anyway?'

'I'm not-' Curt turned away. He tried unsuccessfully to return the big hat.

'Keep it for me, please?'

'But it's YOURS!'

'keep it anyway and think of me, okay?'

One final over tanned smile and he was out the door.

Gone.

Curt found one white blond hair, smiled at it.

'I always think of you.' He whispered.