Conrad laughed, lifting his hand and pushing his hair back, displaying his favorite bruise upon his forehead. "For someone who couldn't even see his target, Mike had excellent aim." Not that Conrad was actually complaining. He had survived the Vietnam War and Skull Island. A few shin-bumps and furniture collisions was nothing in comparison to that. Not to mention, Conrad adored his neighbor. He knew it was all in good fun.
Although, out of context, these tether-given injuries made Conrad sound horribly clumsy, and that he found quite entertaining.
"Oh, how the tables have turned. You have to kiss my bruises now," Conrad leaned down, brushing their noses together, "I have plenty, dear, though I'm not too sure it would be appropriate to kiss them here.."
This whole being openly-affectionate thing with Wes was still pretty new to Conrad. An adjustment he clearly wasn't having too much of a difficult time overcoming, because he was already nuzzling more affection to the underside of Wesley's jaw. "How about.. we skate a few laps first?"
Truth be told, Conrad was far more interested in having Wesley's mouth find those bruises. But if they were ever going to discuss Fox, it for sure would not happen if Conrad took Wes upstairs now.