If there was one thing Joe Anoa’i hated, it was showing weakness. Yes, he was wrapped around his daughter’s finger and was more of a teddy bear than he liked to admit but when it came to work, he liked to pretend he was invincible. His eyes cut to the side, watching Colby when he appeared at his side. He didn’t want to argue, though he was slightly surprised that Colby wanted to help him, especially after that match. “Yeah, you did. You were always the one there, offering up ice and anything else I might need. I know you’re not in the mood to deal with me being in pain. I’m sure you’re not feeling it right now. I’ll just head to the hotel, pick up all the ice I can, and make myself an ice bath or something.” The Samoan flinched slightly at the touch, eyes flashing to where the Iowan’s hand resting on his shoulder. He didn’t want to admit that he was hurting but knew that Colby could see it, knew him well enough to see through him.
“What, so you can continue your sufferin’ in silence shtick? Yeah, I think not,” Colby mutters, looking at Joe’s body with a beady eye, looking for anything that might be causing him true harm. Yeah, the Samoan was right when he said Colby was probably feeling t himself, but that didn’t mean the younger man was going to let Joe suffer. “And I’m still here, man. Even if I’m feeling pain myself, I’m still going to help ya out,” Colby whispers, noticing a bruise on the man’s shoulder and poking at it softly. “C’mon. Let’s go get you into an ice bath, yeah. Jus’ like old times,” he says, before whispering the last part, chewing on the inside of his cheek.