It was about 10:30 am when you woke up. There was a knock on the door to your hotel room. You looked out the peephole, and saw Wes standing there. You bit your bottom lip as you opened the door. Wes's hair was a mess, bags under his tired eyes, and a sad look on his face. "(Y/N), I'm sorry. I was just pissed and upset. I didn't mean to yell at you." He said. "Oh, shut up already!" You said exasperatedly. He looked down at you in shock as you smiled, and wrapped your arms around his neck. "It's okay." You smiled, kissing him.