Wesley is too stunned to resist, still caught up in the events and he pulls out a handkerchief to dab at his nose while he's bustled outside. The cool night air hits him like a second punch and he pulls away, pointing at Lindsey.

"You hit me," he proclaims, outraged.

He turns away to steady himself on the railing, taking a few sniveling breaths.

"When my father hears about this, he will--"

-- probably be disappointed and scold him for getting into a physical fight in the first place. Suddenly, there is something incredibly wrong about the thought of getting him involved and Wesley pauses, bewildered, staring at Lindsey as if he forgot what he was about to say.