Wesley could see that Loki was still very uncomfortable with the idea of talking about the mess that was his family past. That was actually something they had in common. The less that Wesley thought about his own family, the better. "Not exactly a fan of sleep these days," Wesley admitted to the other man as they walked. He didn't want to admit to the fact that he had nightmares to anyone, of the feeling of a steel blade against his throat and blinding pain. "I get what I need to function." Just barely, but he had learned long ago to only subsist on a little bit of rest at a time.