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He could hear the thunder, see the way the lightening flashed and brightened the shadowy hallways. The sound was so loud and Wes felt himself jump despite knowing that logically he was fine because he was inside. Ever since...well, ever since his confrontation he'd been on edge. Too jumpy, too much like a wuss really. So he decided to head for the only place he felt any sense of comfort, even if it was to someone he felt he should hate.
Sliding into Charles' bed, he wraps his arms around him and buries his head against his back.