Wesley didn't want to mope but he was still having trouble moving on from his depression. Still, for Cordy's sake, he didn't want to dwell on the sad parts of their life. It wasn't productive either. They'd chosen this life, for better or worse. He honestly couldn't imagine doing anything differently. Perhaps one day they'd find someone who could stand by their chosen lifestyle.

"What are you suggesting? Need I remind you that neither of us are particularly flush right now." Still, he could probably manage a few drinks if they were frugal.