Blaine ignored the frown aimed in his direction, wishing he could telepathically communicate I'll talk to you later, Wes. Because now? So not the time. This was not turning into an impromptu counseling session. Just because Wes was majoring in Psychology, didn't mean he had the right to turn them into his patients.
"Ooooh, ham and pineapple," Blaine noted as he set to work on making his pizza. After he was satisfied with his creation, he looked up at Wes. "I feel like you should have accepted by now that you'll always be Wesley to us."