Broken Soul (for Wade)

Heath giggled at what Justin said, looking over at Wade and Sheamus. "You know, I never have seen him near a mirror...maybe it's true..."

Frowning, Sheamus attempted to ignore what they were saying, though he was tempted to hit them both.

"But then that doesn't explain the red hair...oh! What if he got into the ketchup! He's a ketchup ghost!!" Justin laughed.

Wade nodded toward Justin, encouraging Shea.

"Maybe, that would explain a..." Heath said, laughing.
He stopped when Sheamus came up to them, punching Justin.

"I am NOT a ghost." The Irishman growled.

Justin held his arm, looking at Sheamus like a puppy would when it's been hurt. "You...you hit me..."

Wade suppressed a snicker as he watched the scene unfold.

"Yes I did. Don't pull that face, yer the one that started it." Sheamus told him, still annoyed.

Heath watched silently, not wanting to be hit.

"I was just joking. Did you lose your sense of humor in the past ten years?" huffed Justin.

Wade frowned, turning away. He hadn't realized it had been that long.

"No. Yeh just woke me up with your arguing over mirrors..." Sheamus snapped at him.

"Sheesh!" Justin said, walking out of the room.

Wade walked up behind Shea, rubbing his hips, "Calm down love."

"Justin..." Heath called out softly as he hurried after him.

Sheamus didn't say anything, still annoyed.

Wade frowned, "He was just joking with you love."

"I know, I know..." Sheamus sighed, turning around to face him.

Wade frowned, "What really set you off at him?"

"...Nothin' I just wanted ter hit someone..." Sheamus said, shrugging. "Besides, he'll get over it, it's not the first time I've hit him."

Wade looked at him but dismissed it, "Alright, alright."

"I'll apologise later...maybe." Sheamus said, sighing, leaning his head on Wade's shoulder again.

"If your not feeling good we can go back to bed..."

Sheamus didn't bother answering, besides nodding. He figured more sleep would help, beforehe actually did hurt someone. He hadn't hit Justin that hard.

Wade kissed him, "You go to bed. I've got business work I have to attend to. And a business associate coming for dinner."

Sheamus nodded again. "Business associate...? Who?" He asked before kissing Wade.

"Drew," Wade said with a shrug.

"Oh..." Sheamus said, frowning. "I'm going ter bed." He said, suddenly turning to head upstairs.

Wade frowned, "You'll be up for dinner, won't you?"

"Maybe. But only because I haven't eaten yet." Sheamus said, pausing on the stairs to look at Wade.

Wade sighed, "He's a business associate Shea. He hasn't done anything wrong..to my knowledge..."

"Not to you..." Sheamus mumbled, heading upstairs before Wade could question it.