He muttered a thanks under his breath when she handed him the glass. "To people being just as stupid as in LA," he said, clinking his glass against hers. He really shouldn't encourage her saying such things. They really weren't quite this bad in LA, at least he didn't believe so. Despite firings and one smothering, the arguments had never reached this sort of level that seemed to drag dozens of people into them.
He could see that she wasn't exactly fine, but decided not to pick at that too much, at least not right now. He could see that her guard was down a good bit more than how she acted with anyone else, so he noticed that she wasn't quite fine. Still, he didn't know her that well to really pick apart just how not well she really was or anything like that. He just had to hope that eventually he could pull it out of her himself.
"Flaws like those aren't too hard to pick out," he commented. When she sat down, he sat on the couch as well, staying near her but still leaving about six inches of distance for right now. "Figured you liked more of a challenge then those," he teased, taking a sip of the drink that she had made for him. "If these people really wanted to prevent an apocalypse and save people, you'd think that they would work better together." Then again, Wesley knew humanity well enough to know that's not how things worked at all.