"No," Wesley protested, shaking his head furiously at her. "I don't think you look bad, Cass. Not at all. You look very nice, very pretty. The bloke is lucky to date you." He crossed his arms over his chest, though there was a small part of him that wanted to reach over and unzip it. Thinking that made him feel weird though, so he shifted awkwardly and tried to move away from that thought.
"Cassie, I keep buggering shit up between us. I'm sorry," he said with a sigh.