As Wesley shut the door behind him for privacy he sighed. Seeing Mandy so lost and upset and alone on the bed was too much and it made him feel that he should go over, whisk her away somewhere with loads of mansions and shit and she’d never have to worry again, just to see her smile. After pausing a moment he made his way over to the bed, sitting down beside her and drawing up his legs so that he could get comfortable, leaning against the pillows that Mandy had her face buried in.
It was a tough one. He wasn’t sure how to feel about it right now, but he wasn’t the one that was important. After waiting to see if she’d say anything he merely dropped a hand, gently stroking through her hair, comforting both himself and his daughter. He wasn’t furious with her, she’d just... done a Wesley. It’d be like shouting at himself.