He huffs at the tug but doesn't move much, just lets his cheek press into Wesley's temple, "You're annoying, you know that?" He pulls back enough so that he could stare at his twin-- actually trying to piece together the subtle expressions he knew so well and yet never quite processed properly. He didn't doubt, in one way or another, he would regret doing this but for the time being he figured it was better the having Wesley in the state he was now. Hands clamping to the side of his face he grips him hard and closes his eyes, breathing out a slow breath and trying to undo the damage he had done.