Pennsylvania is an interesting place to be. In comparison to Florida or California, it's kind of quiet. The weather isn't great so far, kind of rainy and chilly, but Ricardo simply laughs at their disgruntled expressions and shrugs before pushing the twins off on him and John. "You'll get used to it," he says before wandering off to snag Sara and tease her, tickling her until she squeals and squirms.

"Used to it," John huffs, before peering down at Clara. "Well, hello there." He smirks a little. "Don't get to see you much."

Mike chuffs Mariana a couple of times before casting a judgmental glance towards John. "Alright, what's going on with your arm?"

"Uh," John says. "What ever do you mean?"

Mike rolls his eyes. "It's wrapped up thicker than Seth Rollins' knee. What's going on?"

Morrison sighs. Rocks Clara a couple of times before glancing back at Mike. "Tweaked it awhile back. It wasn't bad, but it's gotten worse. So, wrapped it before Wrestlemania weekend could get really going."

Mike pinches his nose and sighs. "Of course. You have how many matches the next few days?"

John merely grins, but doesn't offer an actual number.

"Did you ever find the Boys?" Mike tries another tack.

"Uh, no," John says. "I mean, we left Canada before I really had an opportunity to."

Mike groans. "So you're injured, and you're going to wrestle a guy who's pretty much lost everything because of you?"

"Long and short of it, yeah, I guess," John says with a shrug.

"Good lord," he mumbles. "I'll tell Ricardo to have plenty of ice ready for you tomorrow."

John merely smiles at him. "Always knew I could count on you, Mike."

Mike huffs. Rolls his eyes. "Dumbass," he mumbles.

John hums, then nudges him with his good arm. "So, you think you and Truth'll be able to win the tag titles this weekend?"

"Damn well going to try," Mike says with some thought. "We have two chances. Anything could happen."

"That's definitely true. Ciampa might have something to say about it though, especially since it's DIY's first time on a Wrestlemania card."

Mike shrugs. "We've talked," he admits. "We understand, it's just business. I wouldn't be too broken up over it if they snag one of the belts though."

John chuckles a little. "You've come a long way, Mike Mizanin."

Mike hums, staring down at Mariana as she drifts off to sleep in his arms. "Yeah, I guess I have."