Wesley felt his mouth drop open at the reason his father was there. He couldn't be serious. His father - the man who had insisted that everything be by the book and that there would be no fraternization with the enemy in any way - couldn't actually be telling him that he wanted something from Wolfram and Hart.
"Close your mouth, boy, before you catch flies."
He heard Rupert growl and put his hand out to stop him. But before he could ask exactly what he needed from the firm, wanting to know out of some sort of morbid curiosity, Fred came downstairs. And the next thing, Wesley knew Roger was talking about him never visiting like he didn't know why Wesley never came home.
"You know why I've never brought them," he said before looking over at his wife. He felt himself shaking inside, but there was no way he was going to expose his family to things this man had done to him over the years. "My father is apparently here because he needs something from Wolfram and Hart. I hadn't yet had a chance to tell him that we're no longer working there."
"What?" Roger asked.
"We left. Fred and I decided that we didn't want to be there," he explained. He took a deep breath, resolving to stand his ground. "So I'm sorry, but we won't be able to help you, Father."