"I don't blame you, but I've become fond of this one." Wesley shifted over one, then hesitated, not sure how many he should transfer. Damn, this was already complicated. He needed to talk to Data... or his mom. One of those.

Wesley changed, sliding his tools and the other items he had been carrying into the new uniform's concealed pockets, then patting everything smooth. Perfect.

"I think he is mostly bored. He seems like a child who wants excitement. That's how he always acted, anyway."