Sighing a little, Godric looked over his healer, taking in the entire pathetic mess. Despite what Wesley thought, he wasn't really hurt about Hope. Hope barely even factored into things, because she could have been anyone. This was about Wes, and his lonliness and sadness. He felt betrayed because in the back of his mind, he had known that anything with Hope wouldn't really work, and yet he had been so desperate for a connection he'd done it anyway. He had betrayed himself.
"No, you don't," he said softly, stroking the man's hair again to calm him. "The facts of the matter are that you used one another, Wesley. You both did. She used you because she needed to feel wanted, and you are an amazing man that makes the people you're with feel like they are the most important person in the world. She needed to feel that. But you used her too, you know." It was very hard to keep his voice soft, and his emotions in check. There was a part of him that still wanted to punch Wesley in his fat head.
"You just wanted someone to make you feel wanted too. She was vulnerable, she needed someone to make her feel better, and in turn she could make you feel the same. But you both knew that nothing real would come of it. If you were serious about each other, you'd have told me about it from the beginning. And you wouldn't have hesitated even for a second when I didn't approve. She didn't lie to you, Wesley, because you both knew that it wasn't real. You were codependant, addicted to the emotions you fooled yourselves into feeling."