He tries to silent-treatment me into giving up. It almost works, but my discomfort with long silences prompts me to react strangely and I throw both of us off by giving him a wink. He stares at me, wide eyed, like I’ve grown another head. “What the hell was that?” “A wink?” “Winking is weird.” “You’re weird.” “That’s a bizarre thing to do, shutting your eye at someone.” I shrug. “It can be kinda hot, I think.” Wesley is visibly uncomfortable, but the wink is effective.
