"I'm your co-pilot?" Maybe it was the dream he'd had of flying when he was younger that made the childlike expression grow on Wesley's face, but it was probably the fact that Godric had said he was his soux chef, his right hand man, navigator even, that caused Wes' eyes to widen and a grin to spread on his mouth. "I guess that makes sense. You'd have fucked up big time if I hadn't been here, and man, this house... it'd be like... a bomb had gone off cause I keep shit so tidy...."
The tangent didn't really last because Wesley was too overcome with pride, affection and general gooeyness that he wrapped his arms around Godric and huggled him close, burying his face into Godric's neck. He smelt good, for various reasons, but for now he chose not to comment.