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@luxiism​ || Bienvenue!

               Wesley snickered using his hand to cover up the tiny sounds he made as he watched her attempt to get a fire started, he wanted to help her but instead decided to see if she can own up to what she said about being capable of doing it herself. Only meeting her a moments ago and he already enjoys her company. She’s talkative but he doesn’t mind it keeps him happy even though he does respond back the way she wants him to. 

                    ‘. . . If I don’t help her we’ll end up freezing. ‘

              Wes walked closer to her kneeling down to take a hold of her hands placing them back on her lap, he started to ignite the fire the small flame quickly building up enough heat to keep them both warm. The cold wind stung his skin his arms and fingers feeling numb he gave all of his warm clothing to her, he griped his arms rubbing them to keep warm; he was practically was hovering over the fire.

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@canadiaism​ || Bienvenue!

               He wasn’t enjoying this at all . . . despite being in this terrifying island for quite sometime he still hasn’t gotten used to it, all the near death experiences and the loneliness of it all had a toll on him. He hasn’t spoken since he’d encountered Maxwell and honestly he kind of misses the company it wasn’t the most pleasant he had to admit but it was something at least.  

                 Wes sat alone as usual near his small fire that he managed to ignite, he was quickly running out of resources just enough to keep him alive and safe. Huffing quietly he was exhausted; Wes covered his face with his gloved hands he wanted to rest desperately but he was too on edge for such thing, fearful that something might come out of the darkness and tear him into shreds with no trouble. Listening closely for any little snap or rustling out in the thick forest, 

              ‘ I should stop worrying so much about all of this . . . nothing is out there I’ve checked so many times already. ‘

              A sharp snap of a twig made him quickly look up searching frantically for the source of that noise, crouching slightly he knew running off wasn’t an option at night. Maybe it was just a bird, catcoon maybe? ‘ Merde. ‘ Wes crouched there completely stiff, he could finally make up what the figure in the dark was. Tall, Blond . . . wait . . . a person! Wesley released the tense feeling from his body relaxing a bit. Happily grinning at the other Wes waved slightly, the man seemed strong enough to survive on his own maybe he wouldn’t mind if he tagged along.