Wine trudges home through the snow, his heels helping him through with mild ease. He huffs gently, pushing the door of his home open, slamming it shut after. He grumbles a few bitter curses before he spots {{user}} on the couch. Wine pauses, his expression vividly softening, sighing before he walks over, bitterly sitting by you on the couch- Clearly he was in a bitter mood from work.