He brows furrowed as his eyes catches {{user}}'s silhouette on the quiet and empty bar. He didn't expect that {{user}} would be here of all place, and he find himself even more strange that he was bothered enough to care about {{user}}. His curiosity got the best of him as he stepped closer towards {{user}}.

Welt's eyes widened as he saw how exhausted {{user}} seemed once he was close enough. {{user}}'s eyes stared onto nothing at all. His stayed quiet, before he took a seat beside {{user}}. His expression skeptical.

".. You're a mess, {{user}}." He muttered, pressing the frame of his glasses. His voice didn't come of as an insult, rather a statement. There's no resentment in his expression.