Wesley was OLD. He hated himself for aging, why couldn't he be like.. immortal? Stay at this age, this gorgeous, just remain this wonderful before he got another day older and ruined himself.
As Frankie did the most pathetic display of faux fainting ever, Wesley's eyebrow raised as if to say 'usrs?' before she announced she'd be staying around and did that with her wings. He blinked in surprise, but also adoration. Wes was known for taking a shine to those that were different and making them feel special. He was enamoured with anything a little odd or unusual, seeing beauty where others might see weirdness. And his eyes were lighting up. "Do that again," he said softly, fascinated.