"Candyland? For real?" He looked up into his friend's face for any sign that he was joking. Never mind that Conrad was close enough right now that Wes could feel his natural heat radiating off him. Wes enjoyed it for a few seconds before he remembered himself and leaned back over the table. He wrote the name hastily in the corner with a lazy question mark underneath. "If this goes on for another week, I'm going to wish we were in Candyland. A guy can only free-dog it to the kitchen and haul ass with whatever he can carry so many times before he decides to just say fuck it and start eating his furniture." Wes cleared his throat and threw a wink at Conrad. "I'm joking. Your bed is safe. For now." Why did he say that? Oh well. Conrad knew he was just being silly.
It would be fucking awful if they got left in the woods. Wes cringed at the thought. But Conrad was right. At least they'd be in it together. Which was a nice thought. "Good because I know fuck all about survival out in the wild. I'd eat the first berry I could find and probably end up dead the first day."
-take care of you.
Wes couldn't place his finger on exactly why that made him happy. Maybe it was the affectionate squeeze. Was he so starved for it that any gesture turned him into a sappy mess? He didn't even realize that his whole face had dissolved into a stupid goofy smile until Conrad mentioned Skull island. Wes shook his head. "That's not even funny," he whipped around and poked Conrad in the chest with the pen. "I'd make you give me a piggy-back ride the whole time. Nope!" His lips made a loud smacking noise as he enunciated dramatically. He spun the chair around then, making sure at the last minute to cross his legs. They'd been around each other for a few days now. There wasn't much of each other that hadn't been seen. Not that Wes had been trying to look that closely. "You survived that place. Is it really as bad as you were saying?"