He'd told Conrad to be careful. To make sure to keep his distance for now. But what had the blonde done instead? Gone and asked Fox out for damn drinks. Wes should have been annoyed. But it was stupidly endearing. "Haven't you scolded me about running headfirst into trouble?" To be fair, Conrad hadn't specified that he would stop him. He just wanted to know so he could go with. "That's adorable. Now I'm wondering if you're more of a troublemaker than I am," he remarked in a huskier tone.
He actually wasn't that upset about it happening. "I do want you two to get along. No, it's not awkward. I mean, actually, you two could get along better than you think. That was one of the reasons I was more comfortable with you at the start." Wes got back to shucking the skates off and pulled his shoes barely on. He thought about leaving them behind if it just meant getting upstairs faster. "Now I think you want to talk to her about a little bit more than just Sloan," he shot Conrad a knowing look. "Which is fine too. Just make sure to find me after and tell me how it went. Has to go better than the first time she and I met." The first time he saw his dad too. But he didn't let his anger get the better of him right now. He needed to get over what Fox had done.
Once he was on his feet, he leaned over and squeezed Conrad's leg reassuringly. "I trust you. You should definitely go. Maybe if you pass the test, we can initiate you into the Fraternity." With what few members there were.