Wesley shrugged, he didn't want anything but his life back, but he'd take the tea. At least it would keep his hands busy. He was still considering punching things.
"Stronger isn't a bad idea," Wes said thoughtfully, eyeing his younger friend. This wasn't how Louis looked. Well, it was, but not at the time Wes knew. Young Louis, young Cassie... Merlin, was everyone young again except for Wesley?