â€œReading too many books? I suppose thatâ€™s true. But whatâ€™s wrong with reading a good book every now and then?â€ He chuckled at her comment while a few things came to mind he could possibly wish for. It was difficult, but as he said he was sure that something would come to mind eventually. The more he thought the more a lot of stuff came to mind and it was no secret that some of those things were incredibly selfish. A better car, a better house, maybe a job that didnâ€™t involve him risking his life, just to throw out a few things that came to mind right away. Things that anyone would want to have mostly so it wasnâ€™t like he was thinking about anything special.<br/><br/>It could be said that Weston wasâ€¦ wellâ€¦ he was a decent man if he absolutely had to give himself some sort of judgment. Normally he left the opinion up to others but when asked directly he always said he was decent. When his fiancÃ©e had been alive he was never unfaithful and he kept his friends close to him. At work he did what he was told, quite the workaholic he was at times, and whenever he socialized he liked to be the center of attention. Because of that he came off as obnoxious to some and somewhat intriguing to others at work or elsewhere. Whenever he was asked directly about himself he always gave a slight hint towards it as a sort of warning. Like anyone he has his problems, his struggles, his imperfections, since he was still human but he didnâ€™t think he was a bad man.<br/><br/>Some people might disagree, of course.<br/><br/>Exhaling softly he pressed his lips together. Brow furrowing he knew just what he needed to help him concentrate a bit more, proceeding to pull out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his jeans. With a bit of a smirk he lit one of the cancer sticks and took a drag. â€œI could use a lifetime supply of cigarettes so they stop eating my money every week,â€ he said quietly with obvious sarcasm and a light shrug. There more important things he could wish for. Since he was only been given three wishes he wanted to make them worthwhile, something that would really benefit him and hopefully would not seem quite as selfish. He was going to make the best of this even if it took him awhile, and it does often take him awhile to make tough decisions, he didnâ€™t want to wish for something incredibly stupid or unneeded.<br/><br/>â€œWell, maybe not that,â€ Weston rubbed the back of his neck and sighed, leaning against the wall. He spoke calmly and he seemed relaxed despite wanting to just ramble on about a million things he could wish about. Unfortunately for the genie freeing her wasnâ€™t on his mind at this particular moment. â€œIf you want the truth, I can think of a lot of things I want, I just donâ€™t know what I<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>want.â€