His nerves are quick to settle when Blake approaches him with such open generosity. It feels like they've been pushing and pulling at each other for a long time now. Disappearing underground and seeking each other out, trying every available trick to insist that they both stay present inside a town that seems bound to destroy them all. Wes is glad that Blake seems to have given up the insistence that he's bound for solitude. He catches his friend's fingers as they trail down his arm and gives the man's hand a familiar squeeze. "Hello," he mouths back. The word is utterly silent, but the scarred corner of his lip turns up in a lopsided smile.
I didn't think you would do all this. He gestures around the immaculate apartment with a note of that genuine surprise that Blake seems intent to brush off. It does feel a bit like stepping into another world, though. If not for the windows facing the outside world, it would be easy to forget where they are and everything that's transpired in town in just a matter of weeks. Wes waggles the bottle of gin and places it on a nearby countertop like an offering or a trade.
What can I do to help? Even though he's sure Blake might shoo him off, he's quick to offer. It reminds him of a time more than a year ago when this was more of a routine between the two of them. The lessons at B&B's, trading language for cooking and the patience they'd shown one another.
Suitably charmed by Wes and his ability to look like a mountain of a man with a gentle fluff of a soul, he grins and waves him towards the cabinets where Blake goes to reveal the glasses. He's not entirely sure what they should be drinking out of, but then again, he also doesn't think either of them care all that much in the end either.
Are you hungry now? he asks when he has the other man's attention. He's expecting a no because Wes is notorious for barely eating (if ever), but far be it for Blake to pass on the ability channel an old Italian grandma. Or are we straight to bed with drinks? he teases, a grin spread across his face.
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I didn't think you would do all this. He gestures around the immaculate apartment with a note of that genuine surprise that Blake seems intent to brush off. It does feel a bit like stepping into another world, though. If not for the windows facing the outside world, it would be easy to forget where they are and everything that's transpired in town in just a matter of weeks. Wes waggles the bottle of gin and places it on a nearby countertop like an offering or a trade.
What can I do to help? Even though he's sure Blake might shoo him off, he's quick to offer. It reminds him of a time more than a year ago when this was more of a routine between the two of them. The lessons at B&B's, trading language for cooking and the patience they'd shown one another.
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Are you hungry now? he asks when he has the other man's attention. He's expecting a no because Wes is notorious for barely eating (if ever), but far be it for Blake to pass on the ability channel an old Italian grandma. Or are we straight to bed with drinks? he teases, a grin spread across his face.