He finds Page almost by accident - walking in no particular direction except "away from the Bucks and Bobby and Kyle sniping at each other", his head full of I don't know if I should have brought them in and you should have known better - tucked into a little alcove with three ice packs, a roll of paper towels, and a guilty expression.

Jesus, Page is the fucking champion, champs don't hide out in the bowels of an arena licking their wounds... and speaking of wounds, that stupid gash on his forehead is *still* bleeding, how hard had Bryan hit him?

"Hey, um, you want a hand?" Adam asks, and Page is blinking those pretty blue eyes up at him, grinning. "Gimme the towels, kid, how you haven't bled out by now is beyond me..."