Wes winced. It sounded shallow when he'd said it like that. Like he was flitting about like a butterfly, flower to flower, doing as he pleased. One makeout in the gameroom. Another out in the grass. Guess he was a little like that. He didn't have any attachments and he wasn't looking to have them. Relationships in general were a big hole to avoid. Especially when he was stuck in a crazy traveling hotel. Who knew if he'd be put back where he was and never see anyone here again.
The thought put a hard lump in his throat that he couldn't swallow away. It was still there, dug into his throat, after he finished his drink. He hadn't realized how much he actually didn't want to leave the hotel until then. Or at least, not if it meant leaving the friends he'd made here behind. With benefits or not.
He could hear the protectiveness in Jaskier's voice. It was nice to see, even if it was directed against him in a way. "Well at least it's you interrogating me and not the other guy. 'Cause again, hard pass on that." Wes cleared his throat. "I'm not sure how much Ciri tells you but we're ...taking things as they go. She's not tied to me. I'm not tied to her. We're both kinda tied to each other?" He scratched the back of his head. "We didn't really talk much about the details."
There hadn't been much talking at all at the time, which had been fine by him. It was only meant to be fun, nothing too serious. "Besides, someone like Ciri? Very much out of my league. She'll probably meet some tall elf prince that'll sweep her off her feet."