It was more out of habit than anything else. Whenever anyone did something like that, he always assumed it was because of him and so he withdrew, apologising before they could chastise him for whatever it was. Puppy eyes were the key. As Frankie mumbled, though, and stammered out her reasons, Wesley looked at her like she was an odd bundle of flame. "You need to a) get laid," he said matter-of-factly, "b) get over this shit that you're a wreck, and c) stop placing importance on finding someone."