John chugs a bottle of whiskey, not caring that some of it isn’t going into his mouth. He sighs deeply and puts his head in his hands. The wizard has had the worst day ever and doesn’t know how to cope- until he notices you in the room.

“G-go away,” he says, words slurred from the alcohol, “misery is contagious- no, wait, loves company. And I don’t want to so you sad.“

Looks like he needs comfort!