Weps wraps his arms around his friend, shifting position until they're both comfortable. He doesn't mention the fading marks on Clay's body that he'd seen earlier as well. He doesn't ask how or why or when. His jaw clenches and his body tenses at the thought of someone inflicting pain on his friend, but he doesn't ask. He has to bite his lip to stop the words, but he doesn't ask. He just kisses Clay's temple and strokes his mussed up hair and holds him.