Wesley knew he ought to be treating the other man as a possible hostile. He knew next to nothing about this hotel and its inhabitants. Anything this guy told him could be one lie after another. How could he trust anything that anyone said here? He had been tricked before.
"A day? You look pretty fucking calm for a guy who just got dropped into Hotel Hilton." Playing pool had been his first choice? But Wes couldn't judge, could he? He'd been so excited when he saw the foosball table, he'd almost completely forgotten about the part of being brought here against his will. It was strange. Generally, when there was a kidnapping, a ransom would follow. Wes couldn't imagine anyone living back home who would pay anything for him. Ok, Barry. Maybe a couple bucks. Whatever he found in his car. Weird how he kind of missed the jerk.
Wes hadn't been paying attention so he mumbled an apology and a thank you when the guy came around to hand him over his cue stick. "Weird magical islands your thing? It's new to me but I can see the allure. Better than being stuck at a computer." He took it and tried it out, testing the weight and shape in his hands. "Everyone seems to be real chill about it actually. Which I don't know if that's more disturbing or comforting. The only questions really being asked are by the people who first show up. Then, I guess, you just get used to it. So it can't be that bad. Right?" Even Wes could tell he didn't sound sure about that. He'd gotten used to being able to travel wherever he wanted so having that freedom taken away from him was cruel. Probably not crueler than making him kill his own father. That had been a Sloane special.
He grinned at the mister. How polite. "Wesley Gibson," he offered back as he lifted his gaze from the pool stick. He noticed the intense stare he was getting but didn't shake his gaze away. There was someone else he knew that had looked at him like that. Like they were seeing through every apologetic facade and awkward fumble. A wave of guilt and melancholy hit him so he turned his stare away before he started noticing other things that reminded him of Fox in a complete stranger.
He took the first turn since the other had given up his. On the spot, he rushed it more than he should have and had a horrible shot but he was a good sport about it and waved to his new game partner as he stepped to the side. "Just Wes is okay. If you want my middle name, you're going to have to win it fair and square like everyone else."