Wes had thrown himself into work the day after Roger left. Then he'd started drinking to make himself sleep, then he'd tried to mute himself via weed. None of it had helped. Every day his core was hollow, he felt obsolete. Mandy was about the only person he was surviving for. It was a scary thought. "Yeah well. Mini Me is helping out some days. Angels are healers but like... one's a teacher, two are students, and one of those doesn't know how to heal at all. It's... people need to stop getting so damn sick all the time that's what it is."