And Wesley had never had someone in his lap before either. Especially not while injured.

So it certainly wasn't anything personal when he let out a sharp hiss of something that wasn't exactly pleasure, there, and drew back just a bit. He shifted to correct their positions into something that was a bit less of a strain, then touched his forehead to hers, lips only a minute distance apart.

He didn't know why. That just felt like the thing to do.

"...hello," he murmured, a smile quirking at his lips.