Wesley cringed. Should he have admitted that outloud? He moved his hands through his hair anxiously. "It was in the park. Real nice place. You could see the pond from under the tree." Looking back, maybe he should have brought Conrad's body back to the hotel but he hadn't wanted to. It hadn't felt right. "I'm sorry. I thought you'd like it." Of course, the second the apology tumbled out of his mouth, Conrad was going on about that was probably the nicest thing anyone he knew would have done for him. So everything was good? He chuckled a bit and dropped his hands to his hips. "I guess it's good that you can feel anything. Right?" Wes reached out and pinched lightly at Conrad's arm again. Just to convince himself.
He pulled his hand away. Ah, someone's memory had come back to. Wes lifted his gaze to Conrad's face. Guess it was pointless to keep the secret now. "Sloan. I, uh, guess you could see he was my old boss. And my father's." An over-simplicfication. He shrugged and turned to head back to the desk. Though he hadn't known Tanaka long, he didn't imagine that she'd appreciate him leaving a mess. He started to clean up the patchwork he'd been practicing on, his back to Conrad.
"Remember that unofficial training I mentioned when we first met?" There had been some unspoken rule in the Fraternity about sharing secrets. But the Fraternity was dead and it was just a question. What harm could there be in telling Conrad the truth? He'd already died once. "He was the guy who gave it to me. Well, him and his ...and the others." AFter he put everything back where it belonged, he turned around. Leaning into the edge of the desk, he crossed his arms and licked his lips. "You wanted to steal me for a second earlier?"