♡ – from Wesley, for @redemptioninterlude.
Wesley isn't exactly fond of having to leave the comforting confines of his extravagant condo. He could think of a thousand things he would prefer to do than to leave the comfort of his own home – his own idle isolation. There is humor in what is pegged to be his downfall. He laughs, he's not sure if anyone else is laughing. His descent from the very top to the depths of the bottom has been nothing but an enjoyable feat for him.
Blair asks him to meet her for lunch. He begrudgingly accepts the offer. Blair's always picking these over the top places, and Wesley pretends like he hates it. He gives the waiter grief about their liquor choices before suffering through a glass of wine. Yeah, he hates this. An exasperated gaze meets her, and she seems to be like a live wire. That's typical Blair, isn't it? "What's this about?" Wesley asks, irritation biting at the edges of his words. "What did I do? Am I getting sued?" A beat, a smile that surfaces at his lips. "Again?"



















