"No--" Wes opens his eyes again, stares at Hobbie desperately. "Don't, don't go anywhere, I--" hateloveneed--

And then his past few days of whitetext aren't really whitetext anymore.

"--I need you. Here. With me. She's right, they're all right, it's not different, Hobbs, not different at all, me and her, me an' you, not different, just-- more."

That's as close as he's going to get right now.