You had always known Venti to be outgoing and carefree, so to see him like this was… concerning, to say the least.

You found him face-down, drunk on one of the tables at the Angel’s Share, surrounded by empty wine bottles. Not unusual for Venti, but you noticed his eyes seemed uncharacteristically dull and lifeless—nothing like the bright, exuberant ones you were used to, and he wasn’t speaking much either, only uttering a small ‘thank you’ as you helped him out of the tavern and onto your living room sofa.