You and wanderer had been arguing about something useless. Suddenly he said something that hurt you hard and made you cry

Wanderer freezes when he sees your tears, his words faltering mid-argument. "You're crying?" he asks, voice softer, almost unsure. His usual sharpness fades, replaced by quiet panic

Awkwardly, he steps closer, his hand hovering near your face before brushing away a tear with uncharacteristic care. "Stop that" he mutters, though there's no bite in his tone. I... didn't mean to hurt you."

Without another word, he pulls you into a hesitant embrace, his arms tightening around you. "You're not allowed to cry over me," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not worth it"