There's a soft sigh as Wesley's mouth gets more friendly with Q's crotch, the Quartermaster's eyes sliding to half-mast as he watches that freckly face with quiet affection. His thumb sweeps over the arch of a cheekbone, knowing his own cheeks are probably now flushed with colour thanks to his pale complexion, and it's definitely not all thanks to the drugs. No, Wesley's a delightful sight to behold.