If Wes had known about Kat, and not made any move to check in on her, provide for her, hell to fucking see if she was okay, then yeah he would deserve the title of dead beat dad. As it was, he still didn't think his lack of knowledge was forgiveable. He had been careless, for a long fucking time, but really, a lot of men were. Most men didn't check up on a one night stand, after the deed was done, to see if he had left his genes behind. Wes was no different, but now that it had come around, and managed to bite him in the ass, he was starting to wonder about all those other times.
"Territorial can be kinda hot." He gave the faintest of smiles, before mentally kicking himself. See? It was impossible for the man not to think about sex, when around a woman he was interested in. "No, we can either learn to control our nature, or let it control us. I suppose my attempts at control, have been pretty half-assed so far." Piper had a huge part to play in that. The two had only been together a month, when she learned about his supernatural status... hard to hide the tail, and all. Took about another month for her to believe him, and another, for her to supposedly accept it. Looking back, he didn't think she ever really did come to terms with it. She had always wanted him to be a normal human guy. Thing was, he'd never be that. He had to wonder if his urge to stray, had been urged forward, because he wanted to be with someone, who didn't want to constantly change him. Even if it was just for a night. Cat, she knew what he was, and wasn't trying to change him. Maybe that was the difference he needed?
"More... yeah." He was a fucking encyclopedia, of bad deeds. Now, he didn't jump right out, and answer her. He didn't want to, really he didn't. Admitting it, saying out load, that would make it all the more true. He couldn't push it to the back of his mind, and just say it was a small slip. A slip it may have been, but it was far from small. With one hand in her own, and the other curled around the neck of his beer bottle, he allowed her to lead him to the sofa. As she had her wine, he placed the glass bottle on the flat surface before them. As it was normal habit for him, he had to be touching her in some way, so, as they sat facing one another, his hand rested on the outside of her thigh. And are you? He kept repeating it in his mind. "No..." He said finally. "I slipped this week... couldn't deal with shit, and I wanted to feel numb