With glimmer of light in his eyes Wes couldn't help but give a genuine smile, it was a simple confirmation, how The Warm Shower had helped to soothe and relax her as he hoped it would, a small chuckle leaving him as she began to inspect the specimen of Coffee he had brought for her. He had silently hoped there was nothing she picked up on that he somehow didn't, that the brew wasn't nearly as decent as he was led to believe. However once that small smile of hers lit up the humble room, he was relieved and gave a simple nod as she thanked him. As Kyla was brought up Wes couldn't help but give a hearty laugh, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he glanced upwards at her just as lovely associate.<i>"Guess she just reminds me of someone special." </i>With a friendly smirk, his eyes locked onto hers as he spoke. It had been a good long while since he'd allowed himself to open up, not constantly hide behind a cocky smirk and a terrible joke, allow personal questions to be ignored as they smashed against The Walls he had built up. Yet here she came, and in the span of only a few days, she had managed to walk right through those walls with relative ease.<br/><br/><i>"Appreciate you putting in a good word for a hopeless romantic, owe ya one." </i>With an amused huff he took another drink, this time, making sure he caught just how she enjoyed her coffee. There were many other little things he wished to learn, tiny little acts of kindness he could perform to the best of his ability, all in the hopes of making those beautiful eyes shine and that smile become a more permanent feature. For now, knowing how she preferred her morning fix of caffeine was a good start. That friendly smirk of his started to fall off just a bit, the reality that their time for the moment was about to come to an end, yet it didn't disappear completely. It shouldn't have excited him so much that they would eventually meet again, and unlike their last spell of time spent apart, there wouldn't be complete silence between the two. He nodded slowly, following along with her words and giving a curious raise of the brow, toothy grin appearing as he brought his shoulders up in an overexagerted shrug. "<i>"Trouble? Find me? Never." </i>He chuckled lightly, but her words rang true to his own hopes, placing the cup down lightly on the floor as she made her way to him. Hopefully it<i>would </i>be soon, The Kiss that she placed upon his lips was rather intoxicating, addicting in the best possible way. It took everything in him to not pull her in deeper, offer her a comfortable seat in his lap, encourage maybe just a few more moments of time before they truly had to separate.<br/><br/><i>"I'll keep in touch. Feel free to do the same, this brick might be ancient, but it is reliable....shouldn't be too hard to reach me." </i>Wes gave a smile, like a love sick pup hoping she'd take him up on that offer. The Hunter let himself lean back, watching as she began to make her departure, and already starting to miss her before she had even walked out the door. With her final goodbyes said and the door shut, Wes gave a heavy sigh, not realizing that smile was still on his face, letting himself fall back onto the bed, hands coming to his face as he rubbed his temples and closed his eyes.<i>"Man, what the hell are you getting yourself into?" </i>He muttered to himself, a mess of different thoughts and scenarios playing out in his head all fighting for his some attention as the time began to pass by, long after he had heard her vehicle depart from the old dirt parking lot. Reason told him he should have fled right then and there, cut off his contact with The Hunter and follow the leads on his own. Maybe send her final voice message explaining everything in gruesome detail, first and foremost, where her sister could be found once he tracked her down, and why he couldn't see her anymore. It was a deflating scenario that demanded to be addressed, but the lingering heat of her hand against his face and those gentle lips pressed to his own. Their two hearts beating so closely to eachother in shared embrace, their shared experiences out in The Wild and in the dizzying sensory overload of The Club. Wes finally managed to pull himself up, rubbing his face once last time as he pulled off his shirt and made his way to the bathroom, glancing to the scars that painted his form along with the dressings she had expertly applied.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for his eyes and his hand to find the distinct scar that rested in the crook of his neck and shoulder, fingertips brushing against the scar tissue, a painful wince given. Even after all that time, he could still feel the phantom pain that radiated from it, and the memories of that night flooding back every single time in vivid detail. A constant reminder of the terrible fate he had suffered, however his eyes fell back to the dressings, and instead focused on the gentle hands which worked them. Several hours had passed before Wes finally grabbed up his bag, along with the entire remaining box of Honey Buns and checked out, amused huff given as his eyes found the removed door knob from earlier resting just behind the counter, the only evidence of his master class in thievery. It took even longer for him to finally pull his phone out of his pocket, parked off next to some roadside truck stop Wes leaned his seat back as far as it could go, leg ststuck out the window and ankle resting on the mirror as his fingers began to slowly tap along the screen, trying to word out his confession carefully.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>Hey, I hope you made it back home okay. Hopefully I didn't keep ya away too long, wouldn't want to get you in trouble. I know I said I'd keep in contact. But I can't. Truth is, you were right. I never should have made this complicated, should have stayed professional. And now I'm running the risk of hurting you. And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's something I never wanted to do.</b><br/>
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<b>I was turned that Night. </b><br/>​</div>Wes must have stared at that screen forever, by the time he finally came to, the distinct orange hues of The Sun beginning to set began to paint The Louisana Skyline. And his finger remained hovered over "Send". With a final sigh, Wes closed his eyes, and instead began to erase word after word.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>Hey, I hope you made it back home okay. Hopefully I didnt keep ya away too long, wouldn't wanna get you in trouble.</b><br/>
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********<br/>​</div>Every morning started off the same way, A mighty stretch being given as tired eyes slowly opened and glanced outside dusty windows of The Truck. Soon after, a hand would reach over to retrieve his phone resting comfortably in the cup holder, removing the charger and opening up The Recent Messages, each morning he would give a small smirk, eyes glancing over The Name that now occupied where "Whatever" used to be and hitting send on a Good Morning Text. Patiently glazing over the past nights conversations before that light buzz would alert him to response, and he'd give a small warm chuckle knowing that the Angel on the other end had awoken safely from her slumber as well. Wes made sure to ask how she had slept, if any troubling nightmares had come to pass, playful reminders given to make sure she took the time to actually grab a morning meal and if needed, to hit silence on her phone and whatever Alarm she may have had set and catch a few more hours of shut eye. Wes would always be waiting, between various stops and comfortable little coffee shops that warm smile had made itself a more permanent feature on The Hunters face, like a lovestruck teenager he could feel himself light up with every little message or call. That strange anxiety when it took just a bit longer than usual for a response, causing him to wonder just what the Hell had come over him.<br/><br/>Conversations ranging from their task at hand, to more light hearted banter such as a rather intense debate over which Ice Cream flavor was truly superior. And the embarrassment he felt rising within him during one particular late night conversation, admitting how he missed the feel of her body pressing up against his own, and in great detail just how much he enjoyed the way her legs wrapped so perfectly around his waist. It was stupid, something reserved for those that were afforded a much more relaxed way of life, younger, dumber. Yet the conversations continued and Wes found himself truly beginning to miss her presence, and in desperate need of some form of distraction before he made a complete fool of himself. It was a risk to begin digging into the pools of information pulled from Ezra's phone, but at the discovery of a small little bar on the outskirts of The Bayou Wes found no harm in making a quick little visit and going "Fishing".<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fmedia-cdn.tripadvisor.com%2Fmedia%2Fphoto-s%2F0d%2F3a%2F6e%2F5c%2Fa-bayou-sunset-there.jpg&amp;hash=6ea9ebd89c333fbf077747e8f1139a3c" title="a-bayou-sunset-there.jpg">
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<b>Amazing out here tonight. Might be pretty close, but still say it's not as Breath Taking as you.</b><br/>​</div>Wes gave a chuckle, shaking his head before he sent the photo attachment along with the message. It was a corny line, and he was mentally cursing himself for not thinking of something better, but between the rocking of The Boat and the splashing that began to break the surface of the otherwise calm waters Wes decided it would have to do for now. He reached into his pocket, pulling a stick of Gum and taking his time as he unwrapped it and popped it into his mouth with a smirk. He had made note that she didn't seem to care for his bad habit, and as such, had made the decision to quit, after all, they would kill him, and Wes didn't wish to be taken away from her so soon. Not yet. With a satisfied sigh, The Hunter slid his phone into his Pocket and gave a tight grip on The Chains he held in his hand, beginning to reel in his make shift line as the gasping and sputtering of his chosen bait broke the surface of the water desperately trying to return the air to his lungs.<br/><br/>Wes pulled him in close to the boat, head tilted curiously off to the side as he reached his hand forward and pulled The Blood Sucker up by soaked strands of his hair, assisting him in his effort to keep his head above water.<i>"Guess they're just not biting a lot tonight, must be all the noise you're makin', scaring away all the fish Man." </i>Wes let a laugh escape, shaking his head as The Half Drowned Vampire spat and cussed at him. Wes' eyes scanned the nearby bank, and the disturbance of water that widened the smile on his face as his preferred target for the night had finally seemed to take notice of his choice of bait.<i>"Oooo, That's a Biggin'. Last chance Boss, I'm looking for a girl, Blonde Hair, medium length and brown eyes, about Five foot Five. If you tell me where she is, or can point me to someone who does. . .I might just pull you out." </i>Wes' eyes cautiously glanced over to The Bank and the now still water, trying to find any indicator of just how close That Gator was.<br/><br/>"<b>I already told you, You fucking psychopath! I have no idea who the fuck you're talking about! You're fucking dead! You know that?! You're fu-"</b><br/><br/>Wes simply smiled as he pushed The Vampires head back under the water,<br/>Keeping it under for a good long while before pulling him back up, his other hand working the chain beginning to give it more slack and keep The blood suckers face just barely above the water. "<i>Alright, Where's Dresden at then?"  </i>The Blood Suckers eyes opened wide at the mention of that name.<i>"I know that boy must move around, his operation is too big now to just sit in one place. And if you don't feel like being eaten alive by my friend roaming around out here, you're gonna tell me." </i><br/><br/>"<b>Fuck you, Rot in Hell." </b>It shouldn't have surprised Wes in the least, after all if Wes didn't kill him, Dresden surely would once he found out that he'd given up information, so when the blood sucker willingly allowed himself to disappear under the water Wes gave a frustrated grunt, pulling the chain back and attempting to pull him back up before he suddenly felt his grip being pulled against, all he saw was the tail, and the sudden churning of the water that broke the calm surface as The Gator took his bait into it's jaws and proceeded to pull him into a death roll. Wes quickly let go of The Chain, allowing it to fall into the water lest he be pulled in as well. With a huff he let himself lay flat in the boat, rocking along with the violent splashing of the water and the thick smell of blood that began to stain his nostrils, rubbing his forehead and giving a frustrated punch to the interior of the boat, reaching into his pocket and glancing at the screen for a few seconds before letting it rest against his chest, eyes closed and calming himself down before that smirk reappeared. Even with the failure of his little interrogation, it was hard to let his mood become too sour, not with her on the other end of the line as he pressed send on a other text.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b>How's your Evening going? Any plans?</b>​</div>