A genuine smile crossed Wes's face at Norman's excitement and fluster. man, had he ever been there. He felt a certain sympathy and kindred with the man, except for the psychotic murdering episodes part. Both had an overbearing parent who they could never satisfy; his was alive, but only because the last time Wes had seen him, his father had turned out to be a cyborg. These things happen. Both were a bit socially awkward, though with the years, Wesley had gained a certain degree of aplomb and 'cool'.
He had hopes for Norman. He'd like to have high hopes, but really they were pretty low. He was hoping neither he nor Fred would be killed at any point in time at the Bates Motel.
"Yes, I can see how cleaning the whole place could be tiring and oppressive. Have you ever thought about getting some help with the cleaning or front desk? I'm sure there must be people in town who would like a few hours work here or there."
Patting Fred on the hand, he smiled at her.
"Green would be an awful color. I think this place looks just fine. So, tacos?"