Reluctantly, Wesley nodded. "Yeah the redhead's you. I had a weakness for them after I left jail, exotic creatures. Then I moved on to drag queens and transgender, so..." He rubbed a hand through his hair and sighed. He wasn't good at talking, more rambling. If he started there was a high chance he wouldn't stop. So he started, because he had nobody else.
"If I had met you when I was single we would be rolling around the sheets right about now in a hot mess probably with Riley, because I don't know what's good for me. But if I was single I wouldn't care what was good for me, even though I'm sure you feel good... anyway not the point, the point IS I'm lost, and I feel like I want nothing more than to kiss you and bang you on this fucking desk then go home and do the same to Hope, because you're both... different sides to me, and then I'd bang some hot ass guy I met in a seedy gay bar in town, or even a straight one cause I like a challenge. And all of this is because the equilibrium in my life left and I haven't found balance yet to be with someone but I AM with someone and I gotta fucking make it work despite myself...."
Ashamed at his rant his eyes darted from Charlie to the floor then he grabbed the cake and shoved it in his mouth. "Cn I haff sum mewk peesh?"