CLOSED / @wesleyevans
There have always been constants in Olympus when Reina’s found herself there throughout the years. Always the same people, the same routine of either going to Rowan and Andy’s house or beelining straight to a warehouse or the clubhouse for a deal, meeting with the same people and shooting the same shit before she ultimately heads back home. Wesley is, unfortunately, one of those constants. Ever since Rowan met Andy it feels like he’s always been around, lingering and irritating her to no end. There’s really no particular reason for it, Reina’s usually just irritated by everyone she crosses paths with in Olympus. Of course things are different now — she lives here again and her routine is much more widespread than it ever had been before, and yet she still manages to stumble upon Wes on her way to meet Rowan at the park for a Maddie and Iris play date. And to her surprise, he’s sleeping on a bench about a block away, under a fucking blanket like it’s his goddamn bed. Of course Iris tugs her toward him because obviously, it’s a strange sight, and kicks the leg of the bench as a means of waking his ass up, a look of incredulity passing over her features as she stares down at him. “What the hell are you doing?”