“You didn’t save me. How about you get on that?” He’d damned him, Wesley thought, as the pain entered him, and he accepted it, welcomed it, drowned in it, this hot hell he had made for himself.

Connor might develop a tan. Wesley would always burn.

Oh yeah! The consequences of Wesley's not-so-wise actions.

Who better than Connor to remind him that he didn't save the baby. (Connor)

Love your use of words, babe.