wesley and bev
"You can make clothes?" Wes almost asked if she could whip up something real quick for herself and maybe even for him but he didn't have anything to give her and even Wes knew that it wasn't that easy. So he shoved more food into his mouth and joined her in lamenting their mutual loss. "Well, if they're gone for good, you could just make more but I guess it would take awhile. My father's jacket was kind of ...important. At least to me it was. I know it was just a jacket but it meant something to me." Sure, he could get another leather coat but it wouldn't be the same.
Visions, she'd said? Wesley perked up. A curious eyebrow shot up. "Like, actual visions of what's going to happen? Are you going to read me my future then? Don't tell me if it's bad," he joked. Sort of. If she was telling the truth and at this point, Wes was willing to believe anything, then maybe knowing the future would be a good thing.