It would be very hard for Wesley to shut down right now. He was incredibly vulnerable. If he had better control of his emotions he likely would have at least tried. Then again, he used to have to play the 'something in my eye' trick a lot when he started to get emotional. It happened a lot his first year in LA. "I'm still not sure why it would bother me," he admitted. This was the most caring that anyone had done for him in months, and he was grateful for it whether it was selfish or not.
Wesley had actually thought that he was pulling away for a moment, and the relief briefly showed on his face when he realized that the other man was just adjusting to make himself more comfortable. He really had been absolutely starved for affection these last few months, it seemed. "I was told for so long that I wasn't important that it's hard to think otherwise," he admitted to Loki, relaxing a little more when the man started to rub his back. His father had certainly made it clear time and again of just how little importance he truly was. The fact that his former friends had been able to alienate him so easily just seemed to reinforce it. Deep down, he couldn't help but wonder when Loki would come to the same conclusion. "It's...going to take a while for me to believe that I deserve happiness. It seems to get ripped away every time I experience it for too long," he admitted. All of this affection was going to relax him to the point of sleep soon. He couldn't remember the last time his body felt so at ease, even if he was still an emotional wreck.