Conrad was still frowning. He was listening to Wesley, trying to put the pieces together, but it still wasn't adding up. What sort of training? Wesley's aim had been expertly precise.. And Conrad's gut told him that Sloan's 'training' went a little deeper than just learning how to pull a trigger. Also, why would the man who trained Wesley be after him? And how the hell had Conrad been shot in the stomach? He had been behind the counter, seemingly safe from the gunfire.. Once again, Conrad tried to remember what he had witnessed, but it only seemed to add more questions.
"Yes, I wanted to see you so that I could get answers.." Conrad stepped in, his eyes locked on Wesley's. He was frustrated. And still wildly puzzled. But his tone remained calm and even. Because as much as he itched for answers, he respected Wesley enough not to needle him for an explanation. Everyone had lines they couldn't cross, for one reason or another. And as it stood, Conrad and Wesley weren't quite close enough yet for the Brit to run around demanding information out of him.
"Look, I've been on missions before were confidentiality was key. But I've also been on missions were secrets got people killed." Conrad's stern expression softened. He hadn't been referring to himself, but it might have come off that way, hadn't it? The Brit clarified. "Wes, I'm not trying to guilt trip you. But I know what I saw and something just isn't sitting right because of it. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to tell me. I understand. Really, I do. But I also want to be able to trust you. Can you at least promise me one thing? If there's ever anything I should know, you'll tell me? If it's important?"