Despite the slight glare coming across his face, Wesley knew that he was right. He knew that he was still moving around stiffly because any freer movements hurt. He let Loki push him back from the door, watching as he closed it. There really was no way that he was getting by the other man. To just try and dive past him toward the door was downright petulant, and it was likely just going to hurt him worse. "Fine, sit with me then." He looked down at his feet. "As long as I'm not keeping you from anything important, of course." He had to admit that, despite being agitated about being stuck here for another night, it was nice that someone apparently cared enough about him to keep him from hurting himself.