Just when things were starting to get back to normal, everything got turned upside-down again. Or rather, tuned to each other. It was impossible to know exactly what was connecting everyone to each other but it was easy to figure out the rules. Wes hadn't been able to get more than ten feet from his new buddy before ending flat on his face. He'd tried pulling so hard that he'd made himself sick to his stomach. But he'd had to stop when he realized he was also hurting Senku by trying. It was one thing to hurt himself. His conscience couldn't rest easy as long as they were both connected, even if his curiosity was dying find out how far he could pull against the connection. It had made going to the bathroom ten times more fun at least.
Needless to say, as nice as Senku turned out to be (thankfully), Wes near shot off like a rocket the moment he felt the connection dissipate. He barely got a goodbye out to the guy before he was bolting out the door, scrambling for his phone out of his back pocket.
It was late, sure, but who cared? Conrad sure didn't seem to mind the hour when he shot him that text. Wes had just arrived at the rink not five minutes before the blonde showed up after him. All in one pice, which was good. Wes did spot a few bruises but didn't have the chance to point them out before Conrad was all arms and lips. He laughed, relieved that they were alone to do this and also happy to see that the hotel had not been able to dampen his friend's spirits completely. "It was better than I expected. Don't think I've heard so much about rocks before in my life but hey, now I've learned something."
He hung his arms around Conrad's shoulders. "Looks like you got banged up pretty good. Ouch. Did you have a fight with a door?" Wes was teasing. He'd seen what that Mike guy had put out on the network. Poor Conrad indeed. "How many bruises you got and can I kiss them all?"