The accountant Zach started the tour out with a big smile, inviting him to come along. Wesley nodded and followed Zach, glad they got moving. The worst part seemed over now. Now it was only one person, who spoke to him, instead of three watching at the same time. Three people already felt like a crowd. As he felt his hands were getting sweaty, he put them away in the pockets of his jeans. He knew it would look less professional, but at least he would look somewhat relaxed too.<br/><br/>Wesley had actually difficulties keeping up with the tour guide, as he lost his attention now and then, looking at the animals. He felt himself at ease with them. He didn't mind their mewing or their barking. They were animals, and he liked them just the way they were. His frown had disappeared as he was watching them, strolling along with the guide. The clipboard system didn't surprise him that much, he had seen the system before already.<br/><br/>"don't mind it" Wesley replied calm when Zach told him that it was noisy but that he would get used to it. He knew it was logical for the dogs to  make this much noise, especially with him here, a new person to them. They might very well feel threatened, as they did not know him. But something told him it would all be fine.  He didn't feel the urge to flee anymore, now the pets had his attention.<br/><br/>After the dogs they got into another room, which had a bigger variety of animals, which was just as interesting to see. Though Wesley had cats, he didn't have a favorite animal, neither did he have a least favorite animal. He liked them all equally.<br/><br/>"Mhm yes... they do that.." Wesley nodded, replying on a much nicer tone than he had before, as he stood in front of the bird cage, curiously watching the different races of birds they had here. A small smile appeared on his face. Though he would have wanted to give each animal more attention, to get to know them all, he realized that it wouldn't be part of the guide of course. He turned to the accountant, who seemed a bit less nervous than before. But Wesley wasn't sure whether the guy was less nervous, or whether he thought the guy looked less nervous because Wesley felt less nervous.<br/><br/>Following the accountant to the next place, they got to the clinic. It was no different from other clinics he had been too. Clean, spacious enough for many different animals, a desk area available. It was a good place. Wesley attempted to ignore the fact that there was still someone to meet at a later point. He knew it would be silly to get nervous over it already, and he hoped his feeling would realize that too.<br/><br/>After a few moments heavily discussing in his mind how he should reply to the question asked, he eventually ended up with "It's good". So short, lacking detail and not answering the questions completely..  It bothered Wesley. As now only this Zach was near him, and no others as public, he attempted to clarify him.  "It's good" he said again, repeating himself and frustrating himself at the same moment. "I mean.." Wesley shook his head frustrated, why could he only come up with 'it's good'? What kind of nonsense was that.. He set his hands down on a table and attempted once again, setting his eyes on Zach again. "No questions or concerns. I like it." he grunted. Finally he had said something else, and now he was grunting again. Some days, he just felt hopeless with himself...