(WESLEY)
"Why?" he narrows his eyes. "You didn't have a word to say to me earlier, so what is it that you want to talk about now? Because you feel sorry for me?"
"No."
"Sure." He shakes his head.
I glance around and sigh. "Can I come inside? I don't feel comfortable talking out here in the hallway."
"What is there to talk about, Wesley? You made it pretty clear earlier today that you didn't want anything to do with me. The message got home loud and clear."
"Look, it wasn't my idea, okay?" I wince and glance around uneasily. The last thing that I want is for Miles to walk in and hear me throwing him under the bus.
"What do you mean by that?" he frowns.
"Please," I say under my breath. "Just let me come in so we can talk in private. I won't stay long, I promise."
