The Hunter waited for a few moments, waiting on something, anything at all in reaction to his little teasing attempt at a joke. Yet after a few minutes of silence, it became painfully obvious that it wasn't going to be coming, and he conceded defeat as he let himself lean back in the seat and closed his eyes for the rest of the journey. He wanted to try and speak again, a crappy joke or story completely unrelated to their main objective, but alas it seemed that all knowledge of basic speech had suddenly left The Hunter, only coming out as the occasional grumble, yawn or sniffle. Maybe he should have apologized for being so hard headed in his seemingly unending quest to end up getting himself killed all because he refused help, or that he just absolutely refused to run the risk of said help getting horribly murdered for their efforts. As they finally came to a stop he allowed a single eye to open, surveying his fellow Hunter as the screen illuminated her face while she worked.<br/><br/>He could see the displeasure which painted her features, hell, he could feel it. Like he was sitting right next to an explosive charge ready to go off at the slightest movement from him, he began to open his mouth as if he was about to try and regain his knowledge of the English language, but was cut off as she spoke and opened up her door. All that escaped Wes was a heavy sigh as he shook his head, letting himself sit there for a few moments with his eyes closed, silently cursing under his breath before slowly opening up the passenger door and begin following her lead. His foot hadn't been planted on the ground for more than a second however as The Hunter turned and began to vent all of her frustrations, he struggled his best not to simply scoff it off and turned right back around rudely, for the slightest of moments his eyes going to the steering wheel column and searching to see if she'd somehow managed to forget the keys. Just like Wes always did in these situations, his first instinct was to simply turn around and run away from it instead of actually dealing with it. Countless times he'd already done it to poor Cass, despite her genuinely good intentions and wishes to help. Wes simply wouldn't allow it, well, couldn't allow it. The Hunter thought himself genuinely cursed, that those who attempted to get close to him were fated to end up suffering or six feet in the ground.<br/><br/>His displeasure was made apparent as he gave a groan, seeing the keys safely tucked away and Ava making here way closer to him. He did what he could, arms crossed over his chest, back turned to her as if he was simply going to try walking away instead.<b>"You do things and think about the consequences later." </b>Wes managed a sarcastic chuckle for a moment, before her next words ended up really digging in, and stopped him right in his tracks as the tone in her voice shifted.<i>"God fucking damn it." </i>Muttered words finally managed to escape him, giving a frustrated huff before slowly turning finally to face his fellow Hunter, arms still crossed over his chest as he let his eyes meet hers, as if he was surveying them, looking for the slightest tell of a lie or anything otherwise. His features were painted with discontent frustration, but the more he looked into her eyes, and heard her words his expression began to soften, brow furrowed in worry for a moment or two, and lifting his own finger as if he was about to retaliate with his own point, any well thought out excuse he could think of to send her right on her way, convince her it wasn't worth it. Convince her that kiss really was a mistake, chase her away, make her leave before she ever got hurt.<i>"Listen I- ....You. Look Ava, Wh-. . ." </i>Wes gave a defeated huff as his finger began to retreat just as he did.<br/><br/>He kicked at the dirt a bit, shaking his head for a moment or two, clearly still trying to think of anything to say and deny her offer. It would probably bring her endless joy to see just how flustered she had made the poor boy, how he couldn't even form proper sentences to try and begin a constructive argument. "<i>So, I never should have kissed you, huh?" </i>Wes finally managed to find a few words, giving a defeated huff as the soft smile returned to his face and he began to make his way around to the hatch of The Rover, popping it open as he began to dig through his bag and eventually find the half empty bottle of Jack Daniels he'd saved from earlier in the night. After making sure everything was neatly in order he closed the hatch gently and made his way back to her, unscrewing the top and taking a small swig as he leaned against the hood, extending the bottle outwards to her, the same smile on his face as his eyes took a moment to admire her as if he simply hadn't had enough time to earlier in the night. "<i>Can't lie to you, sure you'll see through it anyway. Trying to find those words that'll make you reconsider." </i>That smile did fade, even if just for a moment. He knew exactly what he could tell her to end their partnership right then and there....and he couldn't bring himself to tell her, even after The Brutish Vampire almost blew his secret for him.<i>"I could try justifying reason, tell myself it's better if we work together, make it easier to find Scarlett and kill Dresden. Already proven we're not exactly the worst team. But the truth of the matter is. . ." </i>Wes waited until she was close enough to take the bottle, using his free hand to gently take her arm and begin pulling her in until she stood face to face with him.<i>"I don't want to leave you, Ava. Not yet. . ." </i>Wes probably could have just said he accepted her proposal, left it at that. Yet the poor strucken fool decided to tempt fate, hand finding it's familiar place back at the side of her face, thumb lightly brushing at her cheek before he brought his lips forward to meet hers.<br/><br/>He never should have kissed her, they never should have kissed. Wes had no idea what he was doing, it was stupid. He should have kept things professional, he should have treated it like business. Wes was doing things first and worrying about the consequences later.<br/><br/>Consequences didn't matter, not in that moment, not with the emotions that ran through him under that dim street lamp in an empty parking lot. All that mattered was The Woman in front of him and the passionate kiss he placed on her lips, his intentions made clear with a single daring action.