"I'm not certain," he admitted as he made to unbutton his shirt, relaxing a bit now that Katniss had her clothes on. Now he didn't have to be quite so careful about where he looked. (Even if the view before had been sort of really attractive. As in really.)

"That is," Wesley elaborated, "I cleaned what I could reach last night, but it's possible some of them reopened this evening." When he'd been, you know, hiding from a gun-toting maniac who was entirely different from the knife-toting maniac who'd injured him in the first place. Oh, canon.