wesley and bev
Bev wanted to reach out and squeeze his shoulder or pat it gently. A small, physical gesture of support - the same way she showed comfort to the losers. Seeing as they were both naked and had just met, she held back. She wouldn't want to accidentally make things more awkward.
"I lost someone in New York. I was lucky though, got him back." Bev said with a hint of a smile. It was nice to be able to offer hope for a change. The dreams often left her with only worrying news. "Maybe you'll get your friend back too." The smile disappeared. She understood nightmares very well. "There are a few of us who have nightmares here." They weren't all prophetic, but they were intense from what she had heard. "If you ever need someone to talk to after a bad dream, I'm here. And there are others that'll understand." She had relied on them occasionally.
"Some people turned completely into kids. The rest of us were stuck in a kid's body. It wasn't so bad except for trying to reach things on high shelves." Bev chuckled. "There was talk of hiding stashing step stools around the hotel in case it ever happens again." Bev could understand that feeling. "Yeah, sometimes it's like we're rats in an experiment."