Wes listened very carefully, steepling his fingers together on the desk. He was glad he had Fred; her sensitivity and personality made up for his, well, his Britishness. The awkwardness, the bluntness, all of that.
"No need to break out the flow diagrams, I just wanted to get a sense of the problem. You don't have to tell us any more than you want to, we understand. We've sort of undergone our own battle with the Powers of Evil, several of them as a matter of fact. It's what I was trained for, myself and the Slayers. Evil always has their supporters, which is unfortunate. For many, it's just easier, more comfortable and more fun than being good. For some of us, we have to at times do things that seem evil in the name of good."
Even if sometimes it didn't end up being in the name of good, like the situation with Conner. Which had actually worked out well, all in all, but Wes had come out of it changed. Sadder. Older. More willing to see the gray.