<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Head cocked to the side and confused look still painted squarely on his face and in his eyes Wes got ready to challenge her claim. She was <b>Clearly </b>not in the best shape at the moment, made all the more clear by her motions as she slid against the wall almost unable to support herself on her feet. Though perhaps he should have been a little less worried about her and more focused on everything he had just seen flash before his eyes, the first memory was a given. It haunted him in his dreams, in his most private moments despite his attempts to keep it at bay, bury it along with all the other terrible memories. Despite this it always found its way back, every single time it played exactly the same and every detail was in its perfect place, at this point he probably could have counted the individual grains of soil that surrounded him if he truly wanted to go that route.<br/>
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The second memory however, was completely lost to him. The identify of the young man a complete mystery and not being able to recall any storm nor attacking anybody, when Wes had come to after his resurrection, he was passed out in his own home. Covered in dried mud and dirt, his clothes stained with blood and his ankles and wrists rubbed bloody and raw by the restraints around them. Frantically, he began to search for Elyse, tearing the entire house apart and even ripping up the walls and floor boards, sobbing cries of agony being given as he called for her and begged her to stop hiding from him, desperately trying to find his beloved before he collapsed into a broken pile on the floor of the half finished nursery. This was another memory he did his absolute best to suppress, but like the other, it always came back sooner or later. It left him leaning against the wall, heart break in his eyes to relieve it all again and that smile nowhere to be seen. It wasn't like he didn't think about it, turning and leaving at that moment, returning to his isolation and wishing luck to The Woman in that wash room. Hoping she would find her sister.<br/>
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But he inhaled deeply, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose. Wes was a man of his word, he had promised to help this woman and he was extremely stubborn as well. Never liking to leave a job half finished, so he crossed his arms and moved himself to the far corner just around the bend of the hallway, giving her privacy as she went about regaining her bearings in private, leaning his head back and beginning to hum a song under his breath.<br/>
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<i>"One of these days, you'll break me of many things."</i><br/>
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<i>"Some cold, white day."</i><br/>
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<i>"But you're crazy if you think I would leave you, this way."</i><br/>
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It managed to calm him, recalling the song that brought them together that night all those years ago. And soon enough that smile tugged at his lips and he exhaled calmly. Grounding himself back down to reality as he glanced over to the restrooms, familiar face peering out and giving a chuckle and a smirk as he motioned to an invisible watch on his wrist, giving it a few taps in a playful manner before crossing his arms back over his chest and waiting to see if she would disappear back behind that door or come out and allow them to resume their important business. No questions would come from him, of course other than asking if she would need some water or something to help her recooperate from her episode. As far was Wes was concerned, everybody had their own little secrets they didn't care to try explaining to anyone, let alone a complete stranger. And he afforded her that small decency as he just gave her a nod and acted as though nothing had happened, and he had seen absolutely nothing, hoping she would afford him the same luxury. <br/>
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<i>"Woulda left you high and dry...but last I checked you're probably the only one who can pay the tab for the coffee at least." </i>Giving an amused huff as he teased at her.</span>​</div>