<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Even though she didn't say more than that one word, Wes did take a bit of pleasure in seeing the reaction she had to his seemingly unphased attitude as she finally decided to rejoin the rest of the world outside of that well decorated bathroom door. Truthfully it seemed to bother her a hell of a lot more than it did him, but it wasn't his place to pry, simply glad she seemed to at least have recovered some of her bearings. <i>"Don't worry about it." </i>He simply shrugged off, uncrossing his arms and humming the rest of the little time under his breath as they made their way back to the dining area. Ignoring the eyes that had made their home all over their form and simply answering with sarcastic waves and a smile, enough to portray his message without having to become rude and run the risk of being kicked out before he'd even gotten to take a single bite.<br/>
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He had become quite good at shoving all of those terrible memories and thoughts into the back of his mind, or at the very least faking it to where it seemed like they had truly become a distant afterthought. Distracting himself with the song hummed under his breath and the delicious smells that mow carried him into a state of Nirvana. No longer stained by the sweet iron that had attacked his senses only a few minutes earlier. Though it did bring forth the realization he'd need to feed soon, lest he lose his well disciplined control over his own affliction, so as the waiter brought them cold glasses of water he let his manners disappear, simply giving her a thankful nod before completely downing the glass. Eyes closed and rumble of satisfaction echoing in his chest. It served fantastically to quench that thirst and literally drown it out at least until it was more convenient. <i>"Yeah just....go ahead and leave that if you could, thank you, love." </i>He wasted no time pouring himself another glass, nearly over filling the cup in his rush before taking another long swig of the refreshing liquid. It would have been rude to point it out, especially as Ava sat across from him sipping modestly, but after she had just made a bit of a scene, he was allowed one small one in return, right?"<br/>
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<i>"Fuck me, that's fantastic..."</i><br/>
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He muttered it lightly under his breath before giving an amused huff and shaking his head, running a hand back over his hair to slick it back before he placed the pitcher down between them both neatly in the center of the table. <i>"Sorry about that....didn't realize how dehydrated I was." </i>He returned his attention to the woman in front of him, leaning back a bit in his seat, letting arm rest on the back of the chair next to him and bringing his leg up to rest over his knee. Making himself comfortable. Her next words did cause him to raise a brow curiously, head tilting a bit but nodding in understanding all the same. He had no idea she may have suffered during her episode and didn't wish to push her forward if she wasn't up for it <i>"Of course. What was on your mind? How bad The Refs screwed up at P.I call on The Saints? How terribly Thrones' ended? Oh...spoilers maybe? Sorry not exactly great with these sorts of things." </i>Giving her a playful smile. Of course just trying to lighten the mood between them, maybe force that rare smile of hers to come forward. Take her mind off of however she was feeling at the moment, it was simply in Wes' nature to try and bring some form of comfort to others. And for him, it was through laughter, even if it did tend to border on the line of annoying quite often.<br/>
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He reached forward to grip the pitcher and top off his glass before holding it thoughtfully in his hand, tilting it around so the ice cubes swirled a bit within before taking a small sip. <i>"I've only lived here about...hmm, five maybe six years? No ma'am a Native Texan, born and raised. Tiny little town called Lockhart tucked out between Austin and San Antonio." </i>It brought a warm smile to his face, recalling memories of "home" and his years growing up causing all kinds of hell for his folks. That typical "Texan Pride" being evident in his words as he spoke about it, as one would probably come to expect. <i>"Can still smell Brisket smoking even now if I actually think about it...nice place. Moved out to San Antonio on a Scholarship and bummed around for a few years. Changed after..." </i>He stopped at these words. Not realizing the <b>Dangerous </b>minefield he had just wandered into, and how close he was to journeying down that long dark road he had just pulled himself away from only a few moments ago.<br/>
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<i>"Well just figured a change of scenery was nice...And You? Louisiana native yourself or just passin' through like yours truly?" </i>Shifting the conversation away from himself as he carefully began to backtrack his mind through his words, taking another sip of cold water as he got away from said Minefield. Thankfully as the waiter returned he was afforded a welcome distraction as she gave them each a smile, notepad and pen in her hands as she asked if they were ready to order or needed a bit longer. <i>"Breakfast platter, Over Medium eggs, extra bacon and some extra toast if you wouldn't mind." </i>Just ordering was almost enough to cause the man to salivate just imagining the meal. His stomach growling in protest at the perfect time as he handed the menu back to her with a warm smile on his face, the waitress giving a nod as she turned to Ava and spoke.<br/>
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<i>"</i>And for you, Ma'am?"<br/>
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