Wesley would argue that at least he had never hidden that he was technically the god of lies and mischief. You would think that being friends with the god of lies would bother Wesley, but he was used to either having to do the lying himself (for what he thought was another's benefit) or having someone lie to him that he didn't even think about them anymore. "There are worse things than being different," Wesley remarked with a light smile of his own.
"Someone would need the patience of a god to deal with me," he mentioned with a shrug. He had no real self worth at the moment, so it would likely take a long time for it to be built back up to anything resembling healthy. He hadn't even realized how much he had relaxed until Loki plucked the glasses off of his nose and put them away. "Right...rest. Are you staying?" He hated that he was desperate for someone to stay around, but maybe he wouldn't have nightmares if someone else was around. That was his hope, anyway.