He should have remembered. Ciri had mentioned Geralt more than a few times in their conversations. The affection and love she had in her tone was obvious. Sometimes, it made him jealous. Yeah, he was a full-grown adult but there had been a lot of moments when he'd been younger where he'd wished for his father to re-appear and take him out to ball games or to the park or hell, even the library Wes would have been happy about. If only he'd known his dad had always been just a few feet away, maybe he wouldn't nearing his thirties jealous over another friend's relationship with their own dad.
Issues aside, Wes was glad that Cir had friends and family. Though this was the first he'd actually had the chance to properly meet one of them.
"Mai tai," Wes chuckled as he held out the drink for him. "Go ahead. Keep it. The staff around here seem hell bent on all of us getting hammered anyway so I'm sure one of them will come along and give me another one. And it's, um, Wesley. Or Wes." But he wasn't that upset over the name mix-up. Even if Wallace sounded just as bad as Allan.
"Did you just say he's your boyfriend? The tall scary guy with the white hair? The one that looks like he could pop all your bones in a snap?" Wes couldn't help but give the brunette another look-over like he was looking at one half of a very strange equation. But who was he to judge?