Wilson was desperate to see Wes again, he felt as if he was going crazy and he had so many questions to ask. He was walking in the wilderness looking for more supplies when a force called out to him,''Hey! Slow down, bonehead!''
Was he going insane? It was a female voice...was it the lady that spoke to him the other day? He turned around to see two women that looked eerily similar to him. The older one cooed and pulled him into a bone-crushing hug,''Oh thank goodness you're safe Percy!''
Wilson snatched away from her,''Who the hell are you!?''
The older woman flinched and the younger one snarled. The older woman said,''I...I am your mother...You don't remember me?''
Wilson blinked a few times disbelieving before scoffing,''I don't know either of you crazy females. Please leave me be.''
''He's an idiot mom. Just leave him here to die. He'll get to just sit here and stew over his dumb science projects like a lonely loser NERD!'' the younger woman taunted.
Something about those words felt extremely familiar. Wilson scowled,''How do you know I like science?''
''I'm your sister idiot! Willow! Willow Elizabeth Higgsbury.''
The older woman then introduced herself,''And I am your mother, Winona Renee Higgsbury.''
Wilson clutched his head, if Maxwell was taunting him he was doing a good job. Wilson growled,''If you are my family then why don't I know you!?''
''That's what we want to know!'' Winona exclaimed,''You left in a huff to live in solitude and we hardly heard from you. We felt as if you had disowned us. And then Willow told me that she ran into you previously and you coldly told her off and pretended as if you didn't know her...now I see that you might not have been pretending...''
Wilson felt a migraine coming on. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. None of this made sense.
''Are you sure you are not sent here by Maxwell?'' Wilson questioned frowning.
''No honey, we were led to you by your lover...I mean friend...I mean...I don't know what you call him. Please don't have a meltdown!'' Winona said with fear in her eyes.
''My lover!? I do not have a lover! I'm single! You're crazy lady!'' Wilson exclaimed.
''Aww, so you and Wesley broke up?''
''How do you know Wes!?'' Wilson demanded.
''You introduced him to me and told me that you two were an item a while ago darling. Do you really not remember?''
''A-An Item!? I do NO like men! I am a normal man with normal desires!'' Wilson spat.
Willow facepalmed,''Here we go again...''
''What do you mean here we go again!?'' Wilson yelled.
Willow stomped her foot,''Just what I meant! You can not possibly claim to only like women when you have been sleeping with Wes for nearly 2 years before we got thrown onto this stupid island!''
''T-Two years? That's impossible! Maxwell and Wes were together for 10 years!'' Wilson argued.
Willow gave him a mocking look,''And that means what? It didn't matter to you one way or another...You seriously don't remember the affair you had that-''
Winona cut Willow off with a slap on the back of the head,''What Willow is saying is..You two had a very complicated friendship...''
Wilson scoffed and turned and walked away.
Winona,''Wait!''
''If you truly are my mother...what was my first invention?''
''It was a potato with a light bulb in it. Hardly an invention.'' Winona answered chuckling.
Wilson whipped around astonished,''I-If you are a demon or some monster sent to toy with me, I will not hesitate in killing you! Do you understand?''
Willow rolled her eyes,''Whatever stupid.''
Wilson rolled his eyes and continued walking to set up camp. The two women took that as a sign to follow him.
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Wes sighed and settled in front of a campfire and curled into a fur roll. Thank God for boons. He let out a sigh and tried his best to fall asleep but his mind kept going to Wilson. He thought of his face, his crazy hair, his flat smooth stomach, his nimble fingers, his thick happy trail that he loved to lick his way down until he found something else to lick, Wilson's fist in his hair, Wilson grunting and sighing his name, Wilson bucking his hips, Wilson whispering how much he wanted to fuck him, Wilson threatening to fuck him relentlessly until the sun rose, and lastly Wilson following through with his promise.
Wes let out a breath through his nose, his hands steadily pumping his hardness. It felt absolutely amazing. He had not relieved himself in a very long time. He threw his head back and opened his mouth in a silent scream when he touched himself just right. He was so lost in his actions that he did not notice Maxwell walking up to him.
Maxwell looked disgusted but Wes saw the lust in his eyes. There was an unmistakable tent forming in his trousers. Maxwell bent down in front of Wes. Wes' hand had frozen. He was still hard but he was scared at the same time.
Maxwell whispered,''I will not hurt you, love. I want you so badly...''
Wes' eyebrows furrowed and he bit his lip. Maxwell was an amazing lover as well. He paid attention to his every whine and twitch. Maxwell was adventurous and willing to do anything to please him. Wes bit his lip at the memories of Maxwell making love to him. After all of those years they were together Wes Maxwell never failed to please him sexually. He almost considered letting his ex take him before he thought of how much drama that would cause.
Wes shifted away from Maxwell.
Maxwell whispered,''I promise that I will not overreact my love...Just let me have you...I ache for you. Please...''Maxwell hissed like a snake. He leaned in to capture Wes' lips with his own. Things got heated quickly and Wes stopped thinking correctly altogether.
When he woke up he found that he was in Maxwell's bed once more. Maxwell had a possessive arm thrown over him. Wes melted into the embrace and sighed when he was gifted with soft kisses on his shoulder and back.
Wes moaned, he realized that with the deepness of his moan, his voice had returned. He felt Maxwell's hardness on his back.
''Ready for round two?'' Wes teases.
Maxwell lets out a deep chuckle before sitting up and spreading Wes' legs.
Wes' mind was blank, all he could think of was pleasure, heat, warmth, and love. He felt so in love. He felt the same way he did when he first started falling for William years ago.
Wes moaned,''I love you, William.''
Maxwell clutched Wes for dear life and whispered hoarsely,''I love you too Wesley.''
''Why is he not answering me!?'' Wilson shouted. He was pissed, he needed help in understanding what the hell was going on. He was also pissed and anxious at the thought of Wes being dead. The very thought of him being dead made Wilson scream.
''Calm down bonehead! Maybe he's busy!'' Willow yelled.
''I doubt it! Something's not right!'' Wilson exclaimed.
''Calm down dear. We'll find him. Freaking out like a little girl will not help your situation. Sit down and take a few deep breaths.'' Winona deadpanned.
Willow laughed and Wilson shut her up with a glare.
Wilson jumped up,''I have to go searching for him. I need to see if he is safe.'' Before he could walk very far, night fell making Wilson move back to the campfire,''Damn it''
Charlie materialized in front of him and said,''I can help you all leave...Just...Give up on Wes...He's...he's gone.''
Winona gasped and looked worried at Wilson.
Wilson shook his head,''You lie. That can't be true...It can't be true. He-he...'' Wilson burst out laughing before he could finish his sentence.
''Oh hell!'' Winona grabbed Wilson by the shoulders and gently pulled him to a mat.
Willow quickly put a flower crown on his head and told him to get some sleep.
Wilson laughed hysterically, his gaze far off. Winona comforted him and tried to make him fall asleep. Winona growled and turned to Charlie,''Who the hell are you?''
''That is not important. Just think of me as a messenger. It is best for Wilson to forget Wesley.''
''You just drove my brother insane lady! Messanger my ass, who are you really!? Who sent you? Maxwell!?''
''No'' Charlie answered.
''You lying bitch!'' Willow growled rolling up her sleeves. Winona jumped up to pull Willow back before hell broke loose.
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Wes felt that he was forgetting something. Nothing existed outside of Maxwell. His mind was putty for Maxwell to control and manipulate and he was okay with that. He further submitted his will to the hands of his lover.
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Wilson dreamt of Wes in the beginning. His voice, spending late nights gazing at the stars, having supper together, watching Wes perform, making love to Wes, and lastly brawling with...Maxwell at the cabaret that Wilson assumed is where Wes worked.
All of his memories were a blur but there were many. When he wasn't dreaming of Wes he was dreaming of Winona and Willow...and a man he assumed was his father. The German man that he saw in the woods one day. He dreamt that his father had condemned him and his love for science. His father threw a brick at him and told him how worthless he was. His father called him a fairy that will go nowhere in life. Tears streaked Wilson's face as he packed up all of his clothes to leave.
Winona was crying and begging him to stay while Willow was taunting him and telling him to get the hell out. Wilson never felt so alone in his life...He remembers moving into a secluded cabin in the mountains. He loved the solitude at first until loneliness reared its ugly head. He remembered being so lonely that he craved death. He would cry at random times and fantasize about stabbing himself. His father's words echoed through his mind. He remembered a time where he had the cold blade pressed to his wrist, he was ready to slice. He had never felt so numb and so abandoned in his life. He didn't mind dying because he felt dead already.
Wilson didn't know what possessed him to go to a cabaret, it was far from his scene but something about it attracted to him when he visited the town to shop. He walked in and was astonished by a beautiful tenor voice. The voice belonged to a gorgeous man. Curvaceous yet masculine. His hips and thighs made Wilson's heart speed up. Who was he?
He wanted to talk to him.
He started visiting more and more often with the hopes of quelling his loneliness. One night Wilson built up the courage to greet the man and felt self-conscious at how intently the other man looked at him.
''Uh...I'm W-Wilson...''
''Wes...'' Wes answered softly.
''Yeah I know. I come to see you perform as often as I can.''
''Oh? Thank you darling...'' Wes said smiling.
Wilson's heart skipped a beat. Darling.
''Would you like to go out for coffee or tea sometime?'' Wilson asked without thinking. He wanted to kick himself for seeming so desparate for friendship.
Wes' eyes widened before he asnwered,''I'd love to...''
''Perfect! Is tomorrow good for you? What time?'' Wilson asked eagerly. He felt eyes bore into his skin. He looked to see who it was an dsaw a very tale gangly man with plae skin and black hair glaring at him. He had a fat cigar hanging out of his mouth, Wilson was worried that the man was mafia. The man's death glare never let up for a second. Wilson wondered what the hell was up with him but was far too intimadated to confront him.
''Meet me at...1 Pm...There's only one coffee shop here so you know...'' Wes shrugs.
Wilson nods smiling,'One it is!''
Wes was about to say somethign else but was cut off by Maxwell yelling for him to come over.
Wes rolled his eyes.
''Is that your boss?'' Wilson asked nervously.
''Sort of. Techinically I am my own boss.'' Wes asnwered shrugging.
''WES!'' Maxwell shouted louder.
''He doesn't seem to agree.''
Wes chuckled and shook his head,''You don't know the half of it-
''BY GOD BOY!'' Maxwell growled threantingly.
''Goodbye . Looking foward to seeing you tomorrow.'' Wes said before frowming and stomping over to the man who snarled at Wilson.
Wilson awkwardly walked into the cafe and spotted Wes immediately. He was wearing a black and red stripped shirt and black capris with black sunglasses and a black barett.
Wilson walked up and said,''Going for the stereotypical Frenchman look I see.''
''Yes I am...I love my country.'' Wes quipped.
Wilson sat down and said,''I noticed an accent but couldn't pinpoint where from...''
Wes scoffed,''I've been trying to mimic the American accent.''
''You are almost there. You'll be American in no time.'' Wilson said with a smile.
''You are so cheesy and strange,'' Wes said grinning ear to ear.
''There's more where that came from. I am mostly cringe and puns.'' Wilson joked.
''Just my type,'' Wesley said before covering his mouth seeming as if he did not mean to say that. Wilson decided to ignore Wes' slip up. Wilson had a sneaking suspicion that Wes was batting for the same team per se.
The two spent 2 hours talking about their upbringing and interests. It was mostly Wilson asking Wes questions about France and going on and on about science and how amazing it is. Wes looked excited because of how enthusiastic Wilson was being.
Wilson's dream cut off there and skipped to Wilson doing science experiments with Wes sitting in a nearby chair reading.
The two looked comfortable and at ease as if they had been friends for a while. The dream then switched to Wes cooking Wilson dinner and the two sat down to eat.
The dream switched over to Wilson standing behind a cash register and greeting patrons before switching over to show Wes dancing and singing at a cabaret. As the sun set, the performances grew more risque.
The dream skipped to Wilson and Wes sharing a kiss in the rain. It was heated, the two practically clawing at each other. Clothes were practically ripped away.
Wilson would not normally make love outside. He never in a million years thought he would but since they were in the backyard he doubted they would be seen. He let every care disappear as he lost himself in Wes.
The dream skipped again to Wilson crying on the floor as Wes tried his best to comfort him. Wilson shouted about not being normal. He wished that he could be normal. That he could have children. Wes was crying with him and held him close. Wilson could feel the fear and shame in the pit of his stomach as he cursed his ''illness''
Wes broke him away from his anguish with a kiss that Wilson reluctantly returned.
The dream skipped to Wilson and Wes enjoying a night of passion. Wes' head was thrown back as he moaned Wilson's name. They had been going on like this for at least 2 hours. Wilson wasn't finished though. he wanted to take his lover again and again. He couldn't get enough of Wes. No one made him feel this good ever. He did things that would have normally made him feel ill. Felatio was a sin. It was a disgusting sin. But how can something so pleasurable be sinful?
The way Wes worked his tongue made Wilson see stars. Wes had a mischievous look in his eyes as he sucked Wilson's cock like a pro. Wilson was more than happy to return the favor and swallowed every time.
He felt as if he was not in his right mind but as pleasure clouded his mind as they started their 4th round of lovemaking for the night Wilson couldn't care less. Wilson entered his lover gently, Wes' legs shook uncontrollably as Wilson make love to him relentlessly.
Whispers of love filled the air and mingled with screams of pleasure. Wes' legs held Wilson in a vice grip. Wes gripped onto Wilson's hair and dug into his shoulder or dear life and to Wilson's surprised he quite liked the pain.
The dream then skipped once more. Wilson was sitting in the living room waiting for Wes to return from performing. The only light that was one was the one next to his chair as he worried his lip and anxiously waited for his lover to return. Many scenarios went through his head but the ones that worried him the most involved Maxwell. Something about Wes' manager made Wilson feel sick and uneasy.
When Wes entered he turned on the main light of the living room,''Why are you waiting for me? It's la-
''I want you to quit.'' Wilson spat.
''Huh?'' Wes asks putting a hand on his hip.
''Quit. For me. Please!'' Wilson said trying to keep his voice steady.
''Where is this coming from?'' Wes asked taking off his coat and yet his scarf remained.
Wilson cocked an eyebrow at how strange Wes looked at the moment and yet his face showed no signs of betrayal.
''I have been thinking about this for a while. And I have set aside enough money for us to survive until you get another job.'' Wilson answered.
''Why?'' Wes said sitting down across from him.
''You know why,'' Wilson said glaring at him.
Wes sighed and nodded looking away from the other man.
''Take off your scarf.''
''Qu'est-ce que?'' Wes said feigning stupidity.
''Take. Off. Your. Scarf.'' Wilson said through gritted teeth making Wes shake like a leaf. He took off his scarf, avoiding the other's eyes.
Wilson made a sound akin to a hiss as he saw the bruise on Wilson's neck. He got up and dug his thumb into it, making Wes yelp and pull away from him.
Wilson looked livid and it made Wes shrink in on himself the look on the other's face was terrifying.
Wilson took a deep breath before asking,''Who did this to you? And do not tell me that it was me. This hickey is too fresh. Who at that club put their fucking hands on you!?'' Wilson shouted.
Wes winced and looked away.
''Look at me! Who did it!? Was it Maxwell?'' Wilson questioned and when he got no answer, he knew he had guessed right.
Wilson walked over to the coat closet and snatched his coat off the hanger making it fall to the ground,''I'm going to fucking kill him.'' Wilson growled.
Wes shot up and gripped Wilson pushing him away from the door. Wilson may have been the more dominant one but Wes was taller and stronger than he let on. Wilson pushed him back roughly but Wes did not give up. He pushed harder than he meant to and Wilson hit the floor.
The silence was deafening.
Wilson was blushing slightly from embarrassment. Wes knew that he had hurt the other's pride since he was the ''man'' of their relationship but he just did not want any more drama. He had already fought Maxwell off of him.
''I will quit. Tomorrow I will quit.'' Wes said softly.
Wilson got up from the ground and said,''Did he try to...''
''Yes...''
Wilson hissed at this.
''But I fought him off of me and nothing happened!''
''Why do you let that bastard do those things to you! Why can't you just get away from him!?'' Wilson shouted.
''Because we were a couple for 10 years!'' Wes shouted back making Wilson's world stop,''T-Ten...years...''
Wes covered his mouth.
''T-Ten...Ten years...'' Wilson pacing to calm his nerves,''How could you not tell me?''
''I...I didn't want to think about it...I was also still healing from it! Towards the end of the relationship, he got very abusive.''
''And yet you constantly go back to him!''
''Because I deserve it! Everything he does to me is for my own good and I am worthless! He is the only one that sees me for me! I am nothing! He makes me something!'' Wes shouts back.
''You don't believe that do you!?'' Wilson whispers shouted.
Wes shrinks in on himself. Wilson pulls him into a tight embrace.
It was Wes' turn to collapse and cry until he couldn't produce a single tear.
The dream skips to Wilson accompanying Wes as he walks into his place of employment to quit. When Wes begins signing his final contract Charlie and Maxwell walk in. Charlie had a guilty look on her face as Maxwell walks up to the desk and dismisses the application manager for a little while.
He sits in the seat across from them and Charlie sits on the arm of it.
''Quiting huh?'' Maxwell says lighting a cigar.
''Yes, He is. What does that have to do with you?'' Wilson answers.
''The true question is...what does it have to do with you? Are you his new manager?'' Maxwell said looking him up and down.
''Yes,'' Wilson answered frowning.
Maxwell tilts his head back and laughs,''You? Be a manager? What do you know about business boy? From what I can see...nothing...Or is the word manager being used as a euphemism?''
Wes refused to look at his ex and instead looked at the table.
''That is none of your business.'' Wilson hissed.
Maxwell grimaced,''So it is...well...Let me tell you, I was his ''manager'' for 10 years and all he did was take everything he could and left me with nothing. Once he saw that he couldn't get anything out of me anymore, he went looking for a new ''manager''. He'll do you the same way. Can't turn a whore into a housewife-''
Wilson slammed his hands on the table,''Shut your mouth!''
''Oh? Did I strike a nerve? The truth does hurt...''
''You are not speaking the truth! You are lying through your crooked teeth.'' Wilson hissed.
Maxwell sneered,''If I am lying, tell me...did he move in with you?''
Wilson was quiet.
''Hmm and I saw him driving a new car...I assume you bought it for him...That boy preys on lonely men that will do anything for companionship. He'll take and take until you have nothing else to give and then moves on to his next prey.'' Maxwell said with a shrug.
Wilson argued,''He'd never do such a thing!''
''Oh what do I know? I've only been sleeping with him for 10 years. Did he tell you that i bought him a townhouse in France for whenever he was homesick? Or did he tell you about the cars I bought him? Or did he tell you about all of the mink coats I lavished him with or all of the time I endured watching him do those risque things for other men just because he liked it but he damn sure did not need the money! He was living off of my money! You only know half of the story pal. Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong! You are being used! That is the truth!''
Wilson took a deep breath and stood up,''Firstly, Wes bought that car with his own money. He saved up for that damn car, Secondly, you are the one that needs to mind his own damn business and lastly, you are just a bitter old man with control issues. Wes deserves so much more than your bitter decrepit ass. You are so pathetic that you hold him back from succeeding as much as you can. You are so pitiful, and you know you are, so you bribed him with cash and a new house because without those things no one would stay with something as low and disgusting as you! Once the money and shiny things stopped working, you started tearing apart his self esteem bit by bit and trapping him in that house! The only reason he stayed so long was because of learned helplessness! You are an abusive sack of shit and I will not let you utter another lie in my fucking presence do you understand me?''
''Why you-
''Do. You. Understand. Me!? Speak the truth or do not speak at all!'' Wilson shouted.
Maxwell looked stunned and Charlie's jaw was practically on the ground.
The door slowly crept open and a few workers stood there stunned. The whole place was silent. Wilson growled and grabbed Wes' hand and guided him out of the club.
It took a while for Wilson to realize that Wes was crying. Wilson let go of his hand only to be tackled by the other man,''Thank you! No one has ever cared enough to speak up for me!'' Wes sobbed and kissed the other on the cheek.
Wilson hugged the other close. Wes cried in the parking lot without a care for who may be watching. Suddenly his cries came to a halt and he was shivering uncontrollably. He whispered,''Let's go.''
''Don't ask. Let's go! Quickly!'' Wes hissed and jumped into the driver's seat and motioned for Wilson to hurry up. Wilson didn't need much more prompting when he heard gunshots. In a flash, he was in the passenger's seat.
The front tire of the car sparked as Wes hit the gas. He heard a few more shots and started driving like a bat out of hell.
The two were pacing in the living room trying to calm down. Wes was biting his nails and crying nonstop as he sat down, rocking back and forth.
''What the hell is wrong with that guy!?'' Wilson shouted.
Wes sighed,''H-He wasn't always like that you know...he used to be a bit of a nerd. A nerd that was very into magic. We had a bunch of pet rabbits that William would never hurt. Never in a million years.''
''Who's William?''
''That's his real name before he went off the deep end and wanted to desperately separate himself from his old self. Once he got into dark magic and Satanism he no longer wanted to be seen as his old self, he saw his ''pre-warlock'' form as a weak waste of life and he felt Satan helped him shed all of this weaknesses and now he sees himself as a powerful God.''
''Holy shit.'' Wilson gasped looking terrified,''And you stayed with him through that?''
''He...he's always been a manipulative bastard, Wilson. When he was ''weak'' and wimpy he'd make me stay using forms of pity and self-harm, now he has moved on to using magic and guns. He was not always this insane. This started up very recently. I would not have stayed that long if he was like this throughout the whole relationship.''
''Magic is not real! Do you hear yourself? He didn't use magic to get you to stay. He tricked you into thinking that magic is real! Magic, God, and Satan are not real! They are as real as the boogeyman! They are concepts dreamt up by humans! Concepts dreamt up by Maxwell to make you stay!''
''I know what I saw Wilson!'' Wes shouted.
''Look. I don't want to argue with you. I just don't believe that he is some demonic warlock overlord babe.'' Wilson said with an eye-roll.
''Somedays I miss William. I am just so sad at how he turned out...he...He was such a gentleman...He was so sensitive that anything could cause him to cry. When he asked me out, he was so shy and awkward that it was almost painful. It took him half a year before he kissed me and two years before we had sex. He proposed to me as if we could even get married, and we had a private ceremony in his mansion to symbolize our eternal love that was the first night we made love. He then bought two bunnies. One boy and one girl to symbolize our children.'' Wes' voice wavered and a few tears escaped.
Wilson listened to his boyfriend vent, his heart clenching.
''William was very self-conscious and bought the most expensive and tailored suits to appear more attractive. He called himself a dapper fellow, which was right. He did look good. But I could tell that it was to cover up for how inadequate he felt inside. If I would gaze in another man's direction too long, I'd get the silent treatment. Back then I would not have dreamed of doing erotic nigh shows. That only started a few years ago, after I had left him. He couldn't even handle a man winking at me. William would grow cold and throw petty jabs at me while accusing me of ''committing adultery with my heart'' or eyes or something. No matter what, he always assumed that I felt that the men who liked me were better than him. There was no convincing him otherwise. Usually the next day William would come home with more cologne and suits. He started to emulate mob bosses. I guess he'd thought it would make him appear cooler. That's when the cigar smoking started. He would test me sometimes...to see if I cared. He also would complain about my voice being too beautiful he said he hated the attention my singing brought me...He said he felt my voice would be the reason someone would take me away from him. I would serenade them into my arms per se. He'd try to make me jealous by gazing at beautiful women and flirting with them and then throw a fit when I appeared unbothered. Around this time...near our 9th anniversary...he had gotten close to a girl named Charlie.''
Wes sighed and ran a hand through his hair,''Charlie was really into magic tricks and all the dorky things that William was into. They'd talk for hours and hours and I was just happy that William finally had a friend. I did suspect that William may have started developing feelings for Charlie, but I did not think of it much. William pretended that I and he were simply friends around her but eventually, she found out the truth and worked to sabotage our relationship. It never worked. Until, William disappeared for a month before reappearing, looking grim and suave and towering over us all demanding to be called Maxwell. I didn't want to be near him and I guess he noticed that...Instead of crying William now shouted and hit me. He would belittle my self-esteem at every chance. I felt trapped there...One night I told Charlie she could have him and then left. That was nearly a year ago. I was staying at a hotel not far from the cabaret. Things were awkward and strained between the three of us and I could tell that Maxwell still believed that I and he were together and one day I would just ''come around'' and then you entered my life...''
Wilson looked at a loss for words. Wes chuckled and shrugged,''C'est la vie.''
Wilson nods and repeats,''C'est la vie...''
''Wes you are the strongest person I have ever met...besides my mom...You actually remind me a lot of her...'' Wilson sighs and wraps his arms around the other man.