As she began to stir from her slumber, a warm smile came forth as he continued to plant loving kisses upon her form. The adoration crystal clear in every action and in his eyes as they found hers once they slowly opened. With the soft glow of The Sun illuminating every intimate detail of her, Wes was simply taken back by the stunning beauty that lay so closely beside him. "<i>Good Morning Beautiful." </i>He answered, adjusting himself as she rolled onto her back and her hand found the side of his face. It was so hard not to lean right in and start stealing away kiss after kiss once again, picking right back up where they left off. However, simply taking the moment to admire her, and get lost in those eyes of hers was more than enough to keep that smile of adoration right on his features as her thumb brushed over his stubble. He had become so caught up in. . .just her, he'd nearly forgotten all about The Breakfast he had made for her, along with the intoxicating scent of the freshly brewed cup of coffee.<br/><br/>Some other part of him would have kicked himself for not making himself a plate as well, but she was the only thing that ran through his head. A simple little gesture of affection to start her day off in the right way. "<i>Did think about that for a minute or two, but figured they could use a nice little break. Besides...felt a bit more of a personal touch was in order." </i>He offered a small chuckle, arms lifted above his head as he gave a might stretch before sitting himself up to lean against the headboard right along with her.<i>". . .could always scare em off a bit later anyway." </i>He flashed that teasing little grin her way as she offered up her plate. He did hesitate for a moment or two, but he was hit with a double whammy, Wes simply couldn't say no to her, and he definitely couldn't simply say no to bacon. He took a nice thick slice and took a bite, giving an amused chuckle as he tried not to let on just how grateful he was that she'd offered to share, even if he had made it all for her in the first place.<br/><br/>As he let himself lean into the headboard, his brow raised a bit in curiosity as she began to speak. It shouldn't have really caught him off guard, but with a few slow nods, he agreed with her. The topic was always perilous, an endless mindfield to navigate through with countless rabbit holes to fall into, ruining both of their good moods. However, Wes didn't feel that ping of fear deep in his chest when she began to trek down that path. Unlike their first few meetings, the careful words he chose so as not to give her too much information didn't seem to have use anymore. Wes didn't have to hide anything from her anymore....well, almost<i>Anything. </i>He could understand her curiosity, he hadn't exactly shared much of his life before being set down on this path. Wes had seemingly been dropped right in the middle of Louisiana with a single minded goal of butchering The Man who had turned him into A Hunter in the first place. A transplant from The Middle of Nowhere Texas who had been taught to play Guitar by his Father and who at one point, was Married. . .she hadn't been privy to much else save for those short conversations and the visions she was witness to back in that quiet little Bed and Breakfast.<br/><br/><i>"Well. . ." </i>He started off, giving a chuckle as he ran his hand through his hair and began to think. . .his mind couldn't help but stray to The "Hooks" that had created the rather distinctive scar that decorated his flesh. Wes still wasn't sure what happened, how he had awoken to find patches of memories simply. . .gone. Seemingly painted pitch black at various points in time, left with only frustrating bouts of Deja Vu whenever one such blacked out memory would attempt to crawl it's way back into his mind. Triggered by seemingly random and benign actions or visual cues.<i>"While I was in High School, I worked at a Local Music Store for a while before I picked up a Job at my Aunts Restaurant. . ." </i>Luckily, Wes didn't seem to be having trouble navigating the topic, no threat of falling into some uncomfortable memory that would wipe the fond look in his eyes away. He gave a chuckle as he motioned over to The Plate they shared now.<i>"Family always came together and cooked so I picked it up from an early age, but of course working in a Kitchen wasn't exactly what I wanted." </i>For a moment, it finally came. That threat of some unseen Mine he had come close to walking right over, but with an amused huff, Wes crawled his way over to the edge of the bed and reached downwards with a playful grunt, attempting to dig his Wallet out of The Pockets of his discarded clothing before rejoining Ava against The Headboard.<br/><br/>The Wallet was kept basic, a few cards that read various names, a good amount of hard cash kept on him as well as a Fake Drivers License that read "Rusty Shackleford." Something he desperately needed to make note to change before it became even more obvious that it was yet another Pop Culture Reference. However, Wes peeled back at The Leather to a hidden sleeve just by the mouth of The Wallet, eyes glancing over to Ava with a playful smile as he inhaled deeply. "<i>Gotta Promise you won't laugh, it's an old photo." </i>He hesitated for only a moment before he produced two old I.D Cards, one being his True Drivers License, and the other holding The Answer to her Question. He held out The I.D to her, and upon it there it was. A photo of a Baby Faced Wes, freshly shaven along with a regulation short buzzed cut, Upon his Shoulders the familiar uniform of a Police Officer. His Old Badge Number rested beside The Department he belonged to as The Hunter looked upon it.<i>"Since I was a Kid, I just wanted to help people. And it felt like it was The Only thing I was truly good at." </i>Suddenly his first little quip to her when they first met when she began her questioning had a touch of irony in it. His efficiency with maintaining and operating various fire arms suddenly had a bit more explanation behind it, along with his willingness to jump right in and assist Ava, even if at the moment it was only to further his goal of killing Dresden. . .Wes had that kind heart within him the entire time that demanded he offer whatever assistance he could.<br/><br/>He considered continuing onward, delving even deeper. How he was waiting for his transfer papers to roll through, only about a week out from joining Alexandria P.D before he met with his fate. How he was working alongside Elyse in that quiet little record store while he waited, constantly making sure she was off her feet and whispering sweet nothings with his head resting against The Growing Bump on her abdomen during their Lunch Breaks. . .maybe it was a good thing he decided not to go any further. It was a conversation for another time, there was no need to sour the wonderful mood that filled the room as he took The I.D back from her with another amused huff.<i>"Just means I happen to be particularly good with Hand Cuffs."</i>He smirked, shaking his head as he slipped The I.D's safely back into their hidden sleeve.<i>"And you? I'm sure eventually you'll grow tired of being The Best Grunch Slayer this side of The Red River. . .what about The Future?"</i>