After his talk with Fox, he didn't think there was anything to worry about with her. Other than the normal amount. Maybe she didn't have a reason to kill him now but if she did? Wesley was pretty sure there wasn't but hey, he'd also been pretty sure once that his dad had been a deadbeat asshole so he could be wrong. She was an assassin. And Conrad was a tracker. He wanted a look at what he might end up having to hunt.
Wes understood. He also hoped that it never came to that. That maybe they could trust each other again, that they could go back to how it was before it all got turned upside-down. It would all turn out, yeah, he was sure of it. "Pleasant, huh? I'll see if you're still saying that after." He made a playful swipe at one of Conrad's pockets. "You haven't got gum on you, right?" He wasn't so sure that Conrad wouldn't try if he did.
Adrenaline rising, he followed after Conrad eagerly. He nearly collided with him a couple of times. The shoes were to blame, barely tied on and loose as hell around his ankles. That was the excuse he was going with. And not like his brain kept running hot and cold. One minute, he didn't know if he could wait until they got to Conrad's room before shoving the other man into the nearest wall. The next minute, Conrad was pulling some kind of magic spell on him and melting his insides.
He said impressed in that voice of his and Wes felt six feet tall. "You're turning me into an old man. I've started humming Beatles in the shower now." It was a short elevator ride but he didn't want to wait for the doors to open. He went in for a quick kiss but then found it hard to pull away once he'd started until he realized the doors had opened and were starting to close. Then he pulled away and caught them just before pulling Conrad out into the hall. "Besides, anything to hear you sing again."