Keep up? Oh, they were playing that game, were they? Conrad noticed when Wesley sped up, and in turn, pursued him. Not too aggressively at the start. There was always several feet between them, with Wesley constantly just out of reach. Every now and then, Conrad would accelerate just enough to swipe at Wesley in a lighthearted manner, his fingertips nearly grazing the other man's shirt. A cat toying with his prey with little intent of actually making a kill.
It was fun and hilariously innocent for what it was: a monster hunter playfully chasing a deadly assassin around a roller rink. It wasn't until he heard Wesley mention that he missed him did Conrad's balance waver. He didn't fall, but he was caught off guard.
It shouldn't have been all that surprising. Wesley and Conrad had been expressing care for one another long before they'd ever become romantically involved. All the same, it felt different now. In a good way. A softer way. So after that brief falter, Conrad sped back up, almost completely catching up to Wesley.
"I missed you, too. And you're right. Texting you isn't quite the same as lying in bed with you and playing with your hair.." Something that Conrad had come to enjoy quite a bit recently. Conrad had actually gotten pretty far in life without experiencing much cuddling. And now that he had a willing partner, he couldn't seem to get enough of it. "I'm going to be jealous if Senku took my forking rights from me."