â€œOh, but I do enjoy your company. Iâ€™d have shoved you back in that bottle otherwise,â€ Weston said quietly. When she sat in his lap he was going to reject her company. Her magical hands working on rubbing his shoulders and scalp and her soothing voice were what had stopped him. Completely relaxed he could feel his eye lids becoming heavier and he relaxed against the chair more. It almost felt like he could fall asleep right here the feeling was so amazing, completely forgetting about wishing for a moment. He had even dozed off for a second. Who needed wishing when he had this, anyway? What woke him up was the ash from his cigarette falling onto his foot, causing a slight sting from the burn at which he had winced. He smiled at her awkwardly, â€œIâ€™ll say it again, my fair genie, you really do have magic hands.â€<br/><br/>He gave a satisfied sigh, smile widening, but when he went to speak again he really couldnâ€™t find words. The smiled had faded away as quickly as it had come. Why the hell did wishing have to be so hard? He was beginning to wonder himself why he was not able to just wish for something and then send Jasmine on her way. She seemed eager to get out of here, a little pushy with getting him to wish for something, but at the same time he had all the time he wanted did he not? Well if she was so determined for a wish he might as well think of something to say. He has always been one who wanted to please the ladies. More often than not, it usually made him look like a fool but he didnâ€™t care, he just felt that he was being chivalrous.<br/><br/>â€œAlright,â€ he said finally, his voice coming out a bit more exuberant than he wanted. Weston had looked away from her and began to sin deep into his thoughts, â€œIâ€™m not really that stressed out, youâ€™re rubbing my shoulders after all. Coming up with a better idea for what I should wish, that wonâ€™t be a problem.â€ Pausing to take another drag, he wondered briefly if that might actually be true.<br/><br/>He had lost track of how much time went by, preoccupied with being deep in both thought and relaxation from her touch, before he finally spoke again, a dull look in his eye, â€œIâ€™ve got nothing.â€ He said in a somewhat sour tone, shaking his head and giving a shrug. â€œAs far as my job goes, a little more relaxation time would be wonderful as we have already established. I work a lot of cases on top of the odd ones, I wish I would be treated better, I donâ€™t hate my boss like everybody else in the fucking world my say but he is an assholeâ€¦â€ He began to go off on a bit of a tangent the more he thought about what he could wish for. Oh he could go on forever about his problems and what he deals with every day. He couldnâ€™t really find an answer to why he had gone off.<br/><br/>â€œSorry,â€ he muttered, getting back on track. Then suddenly it hit him, what he could wish for, â€œYou know what, just having you treat me like this is enough to make my entire week a hell of a lot better.â€ He was calmer now, the smile back on his face.