His eyes continuing to survey his fellow Hunter for a few moments more, obvious concern being given before she began to speak, allowing him to untense a bit more, a sigh of relief following soon afterward. Though he did still show concern as she continued, it wasn't for the words she spoke, instead, it was the small feeling of helplessness that overtook him as he looked into her eyes. How she told him there was no need to apologize, yet, he couldn't help but feel there was something more he could do to help. His eyes glancing downward to their fingers locked together before she continued onward. His brow raised, but not out of some sense of confusion, instead The Hunter found his curiousity beginning to rise, taking note of the look she gave him, the way her hand loosened from his own as if she was scared he'd pull away from her grasp and walk right out the door. Instead, Wes doubled down. Moving his fingers to lock back up tighter with her hand, and adjusting himself with a few grunts, making himself comfortable on The Bed and pulling her in so she was practically cushioned up in his lap, his free arm working to wrap around her protectively, all attention focused exclusively on her.<br/><br/>As she began to describe her visions, Wes couldn't help but give a worried frown, it wasn't what she saw that concerned him, how the visions came to be. It tore at his heart to hear her describe how they caused her pain, the tone in her voice, the look in her eyes, as soon as the words left her all he wanted to do was pull her in and hug her tightly, try and make up for every painful vision she'd ever experienced, somehow make it all better. He nodded along as she spoke, showing he was following along word for word with no signs being given of being put off or pushed away. His brows furrowed as she spoke of her dreams, despite still feeling that awful feeling of helplessness, it was more of a morbid curiousity that compelled him. He felt the need to ask more, for her to give him more information, but to hear how they effected her just as much as her visions, how she didn't even feel safe in her sleep. Wes could hold her all day, if that was what it would take to help soothe her, wipe away the terrible images he could only imagine she saw which forced her to awake with such a jolt. His hand removed itself from her own, only to gently wipe away a strand of hair from her face, doing his best to give a reassuring smile her way, push the feelings of helplessness aside. He wasn't sure how to help, but being there for her seemed like a good first step.<br/><br/><i>"Hey. I don't think you're insane. It's not scaring me I just. . .I wish I knew how to help more. I can't even begin to imagine, what you've seen. . .what you've fe-" </i>When he found her gaze, he trailed off, and it took him only a moment before it really clicked in his head. Memories flooding back of The Diner, and her sudden "episode" that left her with a bloody nose and scrambling to the restroom as she muttered words incoherently, the pounding headache that was evident after she returned....and suddenly realizing the words she had spoken that night.<i>It's going to be okay, Elyse. </i>It hit him like a truck, giving a worried look her way, he had been so preoccupied with trying to help her through her episode, fight back his instincts as the sweet smell of her blood stained his nostrils. . .maybe he tuned that name out automatically at this point. Or maybe he purposely ignored it, even Wes wasn't sure.<i>"So...back at The Diner?" </i>He whispered lightly, giving a small sigh, eyes glancing around the room for a few seconds before shaking his head. His hand moved from her cheek, and just as it seemed he was about to pull away, he rested it gently on her shoulder instead.<i>"I'm sorry." </i>He have a few nods, pursing his lips as he tried to find the words to say. He didn't know exactly what she had seen, but he knew that nobody deserved to experience that kind of Hell whether in a vision or in person.<br/><br/><i>"If there's anything I could do. . .Don't hesitate to ask me. If, if I need to keep my distance..." </i>He moved his hand away from her shoulder as he spoke, that small playful glimmer in his eye coming back as well as offering a warm smile. He wiggled his fingers a bit, gauging her reaction, slowly trying to make that smile of hers find it's way forward. "<i>Anything at all I can do to make it easier for you, avoid setting you off. Help you afterwards. . .Just say the word." </i>He slowly let himself lean forward, as they had the night before, letting his forehead rest against her own, an extra bit of caution and care being given as he did so.<i>"Though I do hope this doesn't make things worse somehow?" </i>He gave a small chuckle, pulling back, resting his hand lightly on her cheek as he stared into her eyes and cautiously, like he was testing the waters, let his lips lightly press against her own. Wes was never good with words, he spoke instead through his actions, and he hoped she had gotten the message. He was there for her, and he wasn't going to go away anytime soon. . .no he'd begun to fall far too much for that. Her words hadn't managed to sway him away from her in the slightest, if anything, it only made him that much more curious. To see just how much more there was to learn about The Angel being lit up by the suns warm kiss peaking through the blinds. Wes pressed deeper into the soft kiss, letting his emotions be conveyed through his fingertips brushing lightly against her face, with every touch of their lips as they separated for only a moment before finding each other again in a renewed embrace.<br/><br/>Wes kept this going, in no hurry whatsoever to pull away until finally he broke the kiss and leaned himself back, hand still kept on the side of her face as he gave a content sigh, tilting his head off to the side as his eyes pulled away from her to observe the rays of sunshine that peaked in.<i>"Tell ya what. Why don't you take the time to unwind for a second. . .go ahead and take a nice long shower to relax your mind and body. Before you get out I'll have a nice cup of whatever passes for Coffee around here waiting for you. Promise." </i>That familiar smirk began to make it's way forward, kinder, more compassionate. The Hunter had done a complete turn of where he was when they first met, dirty and rough around the edges, bites of sarcasm lacing his words and that look of lingering distrust in his glance. Completely relaxed, he began to let her in, to see The Person that hid behind lopsided cocky grins and terrible jokes, the compassionate<i>Human </i>that sought to help however he could, to make those he cared for feel safe. Peeling away The Hunter and instead revealing Wes, who he was, what had somehow managed to survive after being buried alive,<i>everything </i>taken away. Everything except for his heart.