Wes's condition? He has no idea, but he does toss back his own glass to match Cordelia's, pulling another face. "Keep talkin', Cordy," he eggs her on slightly, licking his lips and slumping back a little into the seat.

"Thought only computers got glitches," he muttered, more to himself than Cordelia, but his eyes ticked up to her at the mention of Angel and Wes. "Well, Angel's dealt with it before, and Wes deserves whatever he gets." There's a bitter twist to his mouth as he says Wesley's name, and he reaches for the second drink.