He rolled his eyes and ignored the specifics of what Wesley was saying, because he got the point of it all; he didn't like being so human. Charles can imagine he wouldn't either, but he also hadn't tried to shoot and stab Wesley. A low grumble passes his lips as he inches down to be eye-level and snakes an arm around him. A half-grunt of dismissal passing his lips.
"Filling yourself with bullshit isn't going to fix your problem, Wesley."