Echoes of the Forgotten (3)

Milo, Finn, and the others sat by the ship waiting, although impatiently. The silence of the forest stretched infinitely as the minutes passed. Finally one of them sighs in exasperation as he gets to his feet.

"I'm tired of waiting here like an idiot."

Milo glances over, raising an eyebrow.

"Where are you going, Wesley?"

"To take a leak. Why? I can't even do that without those crazy women now?"

Milo furrowed his brow at Wesley's response, irritated by the hit of sarcasm in his words.

"Just be quick about it."

Wesley rolls his eyes, waving Milo off dismissively.

"Yeah, whatever. It's not like I planned on taking a nap there now did I?."

 Milo watches him go, half-calling after him.

"At least take your weapon," he yelled, but Wesley was already out of earshot.