[Wesley likes the way Noth tugs him out of the depths of his own anguish - blinking himself out of old memories, he rubs at his eyes a little and his fingertips are once again normal when he puts the stack of papers back inside a desk drawer. He looks to Noth, a smile on his lips that again is bittersweet - he's jealous of him, in a way. He'd feel a lot better if he stopped missing Wil, the little bits of him, inspiring such a feeling of self-loathing in Wesley that he's begun to feel suffocated by.]
I think it's better that way. I'm sorry that they hurt you, though.
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I think it's better that way. I'm sorry that they hurt you, though.