<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Despite the obvious, Wes truly wasn't expecting the reaction he was given once he spoke up about her order. But he didn't back down, that tension skyrocketing in an instant between the two, moving himself off the door to confront her as she gave that defensive look his way, as if making himself impose his larger stature would truly get her to back down. It was simply to counter if she decided she had heard enough and tried to stick him with a right hook or otherwise, even if it meant running the risk of being subjected to...whatever the hell had happened when his flesh met hers back in that Diner. It was a subject that he found himself running in his head over and over again in his head while he laid in his truck staring up at the ceiling, he was half tempted to add it to his list of demands, but he bit his tongue. Just as that night, he decided to respect her privacy in the matter, after the last few years and the many strange things he saw. His mind had opened up just a <b>little </b>bit, the sudden realization that monsters were real and they were a hell of a lot more common than one might think, so whatever she had going on was her own secret to bare.<br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">He couldn't judge. It wasn't like he had his own glaring secret he was hiding from her, one hundred percent sure she'd dig the closest object into his neck if she ever found out. They were both Hunters that hunted the same game, but what happens when The Game and The Hunter are one and the same? It was an answer he didn't wish to find out anytime soon, even as he heard her heartbeat speeding up from her sudden defensive demeanor related to his question, the anger she must have felt at him in that moment. It was almost deafening, for just a split second his eyes finding that sweet spot, calling out to him oh so sweetly, warm song gently calling out to that vicious beast that clawed in the back of his subconscious. Thankfully the pounding began to subside, along with the hard look she gave his way as she sighed, even after relaxing herself a bit Wes still stood there for a few moments more in the same stance, making sure she wasn't simply luring him into a false sense of security, fingers twitching as if they were eager for a quick trigger pull. When her voice entered his ear again however, he allowed his muscles to untense, shoulders lowering a bit and exhaling slowly, not realizing he was holding his breath for what must have been ages.<br/>
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He could hear it in her voice, she must have been struggling with it as well, whether out of pure blind loyalty or perhaps his words had managed to find and pierce some form of reasoning in her mind. And when she disappeared behind the door Wes simply gave an annoyed huff, and the two little devils on his shoulder began to talk to him, pulling him side to side to try and yank him in the direction they wished for him to take. Her reasoning was sound, it wasn't like he wanted to know the intimate details of whatever her order did, they would be of no use to him unless there was a magic holy grail of an object that magically teleported him to Dresdens location. Which for all he knew, they just might have. It's why he was so tempted to leave and tell her to go fuck herself, the distrust she showed in him like he was just some other Hunter. And his reasoning telling him that's exactly what he was, they had known eachother for what? A hand full of hours between cracking jokes and sharing a breakfast meal together? Why should she have any reason at all to trust him with something that was obviously very sensitive to her. She easily could have gone her own way and found someone else with information, she obviously had connections outside of her order, thus their current little situation.<br/>
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Wes battled with it for a few moments more before giving an aggravated groan and kicking the dirt, mumbling sweet little obscenities under his voice and walking to the truck, grabbing a bag from the back and making his way to the tailgate, pulling it down and folding back the bed cover. Empty until he let fingers search for the hidden latch, pulling up the false bottom to reveal hallowed out compartment that stretched beneath it, several shotguns, pistols, ammunition and other supplies organized neatly. When someone had as much time as he did, it was amazing what they could accomplish over one extremely slow weekend and a few cases of beer, pulling a Remington 870, several shells and a pistol from their respective positions and tucking them safely in his bag before gathering up two bear traps and a long spool of what seemed to be simple barbed wire. Taking a pause and giving an amused huff as he added a bottle of Jack Daniels, for help fixing wounds both physical and emotional, never knew when it would come in handy. Once they were secure letting the bag hang off his shoulder, shutting the tailgate and cover before standing just outside her door, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and enjoying the sweet taste of death while he waited for her, already set and ready to go by the time she had stepped back outside in her jumpsuit from their first encounter. "<i>I'm good with that. Now. What's this plan of yours?" </i>Arms still crossed over his chest, and bit of defiance marking his words, but none the less letting his gaze fall over to her and offering a half smile to let her know he wasn't trying to be a <i>complete </i>asshole.</span>​</div>