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Seeing his brother completely lose it wasn't a good sight, and usually, Wesley would have jumped to stop him. He had knocked out two guards, but he hadn't completely lost his composure when doing so. He did it purely to enable his brother's escape. However, he didn't even attempt to stop his brother when he began to pummel his fists into Josiah's face. After everything the doctor had done and said, he had very little sympathy when he saw him bloody and unconscious - though he didn't spend much time hanging around to watch how the scene unfolded.
It was only when he was safely in Josiah's expensive car that he dared to breathe out, physically shaking and clearly on the verge of a full-on panic attack. He ought to be happy, he knew that. He was in a car with his brother and the girl he legitimately loved, now on the road to freedom. However, how could he relax when he knew that they would be chased after when the police were brought to attention of their escape? Knowing that they would be followed when the police were informed obviously frightened him to the core, but, with Maria at his side, he at least tried to calm down for her.
"...Are you alright?" He asked slowly, taking her hands tightly in his own. Perhaps it was the adrenaline flowing through him, or the knowledge that he was away from prying eyes of other patients and nurses, but whatever it was, it caused him to take her face in his hands and press a surprisingly passionate kiss to her lips. For someone who was noticeably gentle, a kiss like that was unexpected... but he had spent months dreaming of it. Now seemed as good a time as any to execute it. "...It'll be alright, Maria," he breathed, smiling quietly at the blush on her cheeks. "Oliver's gonna take me home and... and we'll be able to start a life together. My Momma will love you, I'm sure. I haven't seen her since I was a little kid, but I know she's a real great lady. This is... it's gonna be fine. Right Oliver?"
It was only when he was safely in Josiah's expensive car that he dared to breathe out, physically shaking and clearly on the verge of a full-on panic attack. He ought to be happy, he knew that. He was in a car with his brother and the girl he legitimately loved, now on the road to freedom. However, how could he relax when he knew that they would be chased after when the police were brought to attention of their escape? Knowing that they would be followed when the police were informed obviously frightened him to the core, but, with Maria at his side, he at least tried to calm down for her.
"...Are you alright?" He asked slowly, taking her hands tightly in his own. Perhaps it was the adrenaline flowing through him, or the knowledge that he was away from prying eyes of other patients and nurses, but whatever it was, it caused him to take her face in his hands and press a surprisingly passionate kiss to her lips. For someone who was noticeably gentle, a kiss like that was unexpected... but he had spent months dreaming of it. Now seemed as good a time as any to execute it. "...It'll be alright, Maria," he breathed, smiling quietly at the blush on her cheeks. "Oliver's gonna take me home and... and we'll be able to start a life together. My Momma will love you, I'm sure. I haven't seen her since I was a little kid, but I know she's a real great lady. This is... it's gonna be fine. Right Oliver?"