He shifts, pushing some of the cover away so he can throw a leg over Charles. His arms around his neck tighten. He knows logically he should believe him, but his mind is more concerned with the storm that's still raging outside.
"It would be nice." Wes was just so tired of feeling lost. Even for a few weeks it seemed to warp his perception, make him feel human again. He was surprised with how much he missed being different.