Dr. Wes Maxfield

“I don’t know, but said it like you were judging me. I don’t like to be judged.”

“I’m a college professor. They pay me to judge young people.”

“What? You got a problem with that?”

“Why would I? It’s not any of my business,” he said simply.

“I was just kidding, dad. You’re a perfectly good question answerer.” She jokingly reassured him, giving off a small smile. “You don’t have to be so mysterious all the time, though, you know.”

“Right, of course,” he tried to back out of it with a soft chuckle. “I guess it has been a long night. Or -- morning, apparently.” He had glanced at his watch. “Mysterious?”

“Okay.” She stated simply, choosing not to push the subject further. “You know, I should have learned by now not to ask you questions.” She joked, shaking her head at her father.

“That’s not entirely your fault. I haven’t exactly learned how to answer them,” he tried to reply much in the way she did, though it was regrettably much flatter.

“I dropped out of college after my first semester. My freshman year, eight years ago. So I got nothing but time on my hands.”

“Oh, I see,” was his rather snobbish reply. “That’s nice.”

“I think the better question is what are you doing, dad? Why are you on the floor?”

“It’s nothing,” he said rather bluntly, moving to stand up.

“Don’t mention it.” The blonde stated, before pulling out a syringe full of vervain and injecting the needle into the vampire’s neck. “That should keep him down for a little while.” She looked over at Wesley. “You okay?”

The officer didn’t need to know that she was merely a nuisance. Not only did he have it handled, despite his position on the floor, he needed that vampire in his custody. “I think I’m okay, yes,” he told her, ‘finding it in himself’ to rise to his feet. It was an simple enough role to play. “Some things never seem to change."

“Just standing here,”

“Don’t you have a class to attend?”

“What does it look like? I’m helping to save your ass.”

Wes looked upon the vampire that she had just, well, he wasn’t sure what she had done to him. All he really knew for sure was that his assailant was now on the floor -- most likely unconscious. “Thank you?”

Luke scrubbed at his face, pondering if he should shave or not in the near future as he felt the scruff along his jaw line. “Hm, talk big or small but don’t expect anything in the ways of an intelligent response.” Truthfully he loved the sound of his husband’s voice. It would be disastrous if he didn’t since there had been times often that Wes broke out into a long speech of science that Luke only half understood.

Mirroring his lovers actions, he affectionately brushed the back of his fingers against Luke’s rough cheek. It was no secret that Wes was conflicted when it came to his facial hair, as he was quite fond of him with and without. He offered a smile. “I'll just have to make due with that impressively coherent warning.”

Luke smiled broadly at the chaste kiss, taking his seat across from his husband. “I’ll have to thank you later then if you order my favorite,” he spoke with a smirk, knowing full well Wes had when it came to his coffee. Age may have made Luke wiser but it did nothing to tame him like the sweet bitterness of coffee.

“Of course.” He knew more than anyone that Luke’s gamble was as transparent as his terms. Wes knew his tastes inside and out -- his memory impeccable. Momentarily eyeing his tired lover, he withheld a laugh. “Should I save the small talk?”