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."