Takeshita and Don Callis make their way backstage first after growing bored of mocking and belittling the booing crowd. Takeshita is still wearing Orange's glasses, a smug smirk on his face, nodding along to whatever Callis is ranting on about next to him. He only starts to pay attention again when Don goes oddly silent, his brows furrowing together when he looks up to find someone standing in their path, glaring thunderously at them. He blinks and notices two men behind him, their arms crossed and equally as pissed expressions on their faces.
Samoa Joe steps closer and stares at him. "Hand the glasses over," he says coldly. "Move slowly, one wrong step and you will regret it." He holds his hand out impatiently.
Takeshita moves like he's ready for another fight when Don leans in and says something into his ear. He scowls but reaches up with slow, precise movements, plucking the sunglasses off of his face and dropping them unceremoniously into Joe's outstretched hand. He brushes past Joe and stares coldly at Hook and Shibata as he and Don walk past them.
Joe scoffs, shaking his head as he turns to face the other two members of The Opps. "Fuckin' Callis family members." He steps up to Hook and holds out the sunglasses to him.
"Thanks, bro," Hook says, gingerly taking them and folding them up, tucking them safely into his hoodie pocket.
"Hm," Joe says, examining him. "You sure Cassidy will even want them back? All of that did pretty much cost him the match."
Hook shrugs. "If not, we'll just burn them or something. Still better than letting Callis and Takeshita keep them."
"Alright, kid, well, go collect your boyfriend, think they're bringing him back now."
Orange is walking gingerly, his back clearly hurting him, and Hook steps forward, wrapping an arm around him to help support him. "Hey," he says.
"Hey," Orange mumbles, catching his breath as Hook guides him towards medical. "Getting tired of this yet? Been back a week and you've already had to do this twice."
Hook shrugs. "I'd rather not see you hurt, but you've helped me out enough when I've been hurt, it's just returning the favor."
Orange sighs as Hook pushes the door open, holding it for him as he shuffles inside, over to a empty cot. He sits on it, waiting for attention, while Hook stands next to him, gently rubbing a thumb over his knuckles to distract him until one of the medical staff head over.
"Back again, huh?" she teases lightly, but takes in the expression on Orange's face- and the frown on Hook's- and immediately sombers up. "Let's look you over." She takes her time with him, examining his back and his neck, giving both due diligence after what Adam Page had done to him a month and a half ago that took him off of the road to begin with.
"What's the verdict, doc?" Orange asks, eyes closed tiredly as she steps back.
"Keeping in mind this is without x-rays or anything, I think you're alright," she says. "No tingling, no numbness, nothing like what you were experiencing in January. Right?"
"Right," he says, opening his eyes and looking up at her.
"Good. I'd recommend icing your neck, being careful and we'll check things over again next week. If there's a problem, or something weird, you go to the ER immediately. Sound alright?"
"Yeah," Orange says. "Thank you."
Hook nods at her and she hands over an ice pack to him, watching as Hook presses it carefully to Orange's neck.
"Ice it for about 20 minutes, and then you can go," she tells them.
Hook nods along, both of them used to the typical post-match aches and pains and what's required to try to ease them. He still sits next to Orange and waits it out with him, smoothing his thumb over Orange's knuckles as he watches the clock. Finally, finally, it passes 20 minutes and he reaches over, gently tugging the ice pack off of Orange's pink skin. "C'mon," he says quietly, tossing the somewhat melted pack onto the pile of other used ice packs. "Let's get outta here."
Orange sighs. "Alright," he says, scooting gingerly off of the cot and standing next to Hook.
Hook examines him for a moment before picking up Orange's jacket from where the ringside people had left it for them. "Here," he says, wrapping it around Orange to try to warm him back up a little. "Do you want to shower here, or at the hotel?"
"Hotel," Orange mumbles as Hook rests a hand on his back and guides him towards the locker room to collect their things.
"Ok," he says quietly. "That works." He collects their backpacks and scattered other things around the locker room before returning to Orange's side. "C'mon, let's go," he says, resting a hand on Orange's back.
They's turning towards the exit when Shibata steps up towards them. "Is he alright?" he asks, looking worriedly at Orange.
"Medical looked him over, says he's ok," Hook says. "We're going to go back to the hotel and get some sleep through. He should be fine, just need some ice, you know how it is."
"Alright," Shibata says. "If you need anything, just text me or Joe."
"Why are you volunteering me for this?" Joe grumbles, but quiets as Hook holds his fist out towards him. He sighs. "See you, kid."
"See you," he says, the two of them bumping fists before Hook continues to guide Orange towards the exit.
The drive back to the hotel is quiet, Hook focused on the road and Orange trying not to react to every little bump in the road sending shocks of pain up his neck. Once parked outside of the hotel, Hook gets out and scoops up their backpacks, heading around to help Orange out of the car. They walk side by side inside, Orange's energy wavering quickly, and Hook's relieved that the hotel has an elevator.
As soon as they're inside and the doors are closed behind them, Hook turns towards Orange. "Want me to help you?" he murmurs.
"Please," Orange sighs, his eyes closed as Hook wanders around the room, pulling Orange's sunglasses out of his pocket and dropping it on the dresser next to the TV to be dealt with in the morning.
Hook nods and helps him undress, shrugging out of his own clothes before guiding him into the bathroom. The shower is mostly perfunctory, Hook helping Orange shampoo his hair and soaping up, rinsing off, but once all of that's done, he stands close to him and helps him balance under the water as Orange turns his back to the spray and rests his head on Hook's shoulder, breathing deeply while trying to ease some of the tightness and soreness out of overworked muscles.
Hook waits patiently, just out of the spray of water himself, until Orange looks up. "Ready to get out?"
"Yeah," he says quietly.
Hook nods and keeps a hand on him as he reaches over and turns the shower off, grabbing a towel from the counter and wrapping Orange up in it before grabbing a second towel and haphazardly putting it around himself, following Orange out to the main room. "Here," he says, reaching into Orange's bag and pulling out some clothes. "Shirt?"
"No, I... no," Orange says, gingerly drying himself off with a grimace.
"Ok," Hook says, stuffing the shirt back in with everything else and handing over some underwear. "Get comfortable, I'll be with you in a second." He gets dressed really quickly, digging around in his bag.
Orange makes a drowsy sort of noise, Hook listening as the bed rustles behind him, Orange shifting around to get settled in a position that hurts the least. Finding what he's looking for, Hook lets out a soft aha and turns around to find Orange laying on his stomach, face pressed into his pillows. Hook smiles slightly and shrugs. Perfect.
He walks over and crawls up the bed on his knees, careful not to jostle Orange as he settles next to him. "You awake?" he murmurs, kissing Orange's shoulder.
"No," Orange mumbles into the pillow.
Hook chuckles fondly and nuzzles into the back of Orange's neck, pressing another kiss there. He can feel the tension still held in Orange's muscles and tsks at him before opening the bottle he'd located in his bag. He pours a generous amount in the palm of his hands, rubbing them together briskly before resting his hands on Orange's shoulders, smoothing his palms over Orange's skin slowly, carefully.
Orange turns his head enough to look at Hook out of the corner of his eye. "Hmmm?"
Hook winks at him and continues massaging, trying to ease out the tension so Orange can relax fully as he falls asleep. "I thought you might need this," he says quietly. "Wanted it to be under somewhat nicer circumstances, but... at least I can do this for you."
Orange sighs. "Thanks," he mumbles.
"You're welcome." Hook presses his thumbs in at just the right angle with the perfect pressure and Orange groans so deeply that Hook can feel it thrumming through his hands as Orange melts into the bedding, his shoulders feeling a lot more relaxed under Hook's ministrations. "There we go," he says, pressing a kiss to the edge of Orange's mouth. "Love you."
"Love you too," Orange mumbles, the words slurring together sleepily in a way that leaves Hook staring softly down at him, smiling.
"Good night," he says, drawing the sheets up over Orange's body so he doesn't get chilled. After tossing the bottle of massage lotion back towards his luggage and shutting the light off, Hook crawls under the sheets and nuzzles up close, listening to Orange breathing. Hook hums and carefully rests his arm over Orange's back, loosely hugging him as he settles in and gets comfortable as well, Orange's soft, steady breathing soon easing Hook to sleep.