wesley and bev
Wes still felt weird about all of this. It would have been nice to at least have a pair of boxers. Everyone else who was fine with was cool. He just didn’t want to be forced into it. But he didn’t have a choice. It was either sulk and starve in his bathroom or Conrad’s room or at least try to regain some kind of normalcy here.
At least the people at the hotel were polite about looking.
“I was hiding in my tub since I woke up this morning,” Wes admitted. He lifted up his plate of snacks for her. “I was going to make a run for the kitchen but this was closer and hey, might as well get used to this if its going to be permanent.” As for being alone, he shrugged. That was something he was used to so he wasn’t embarrassed by it. “Has this happened here before?”