Wesley's lied before.
He said that he grew up next to a large Jamaican family, that he listened to their music and ate their dinners, fell in love with their eldest daughter, and associated with People Of Colour for most of his life.
He grew up in the countryside with nothing but his pale relatives nearby, twin cousins always prowling to torment him, his grandmother criticizing the adulteration of pure British blood, old roast beef and tough Yorkshire puddings.
Mild boring British blood, as Wesley now knows, his body curled up against over six feet of coffee brown skin and muscle. His lies about his childhood, that perfect cheery world he supposedly grew up in, fade against dark deaf skin and, when he's whispered his last lie, he's finally able to fall asleep.
This Angel/Buffy the Vampire Slayer story was written by Kate Bolin. If you liked it, there's plenty more at http://www.dymphna.net/fanfic/. And you can feedback her at dymphna@dymphna.net.