He grunts at the movement, Wesley's always been so damn fidgety. He nudges him a little, trying to get him to still as he lets out a slow breath. His brother was frustrating with his protests, but Charles permitted them for the time being; curious about where he was headed in his thoughts and the conversation. He tips his head down and to the side, offering a bite to the top of his ear,
"If I put you back how do I know you're not just going to stab me again?"