What does it mean to belong? At some point, Wanderer couldn’t dare to even dream of belonging to somewhere. An even more ridiculous idea would’ve been being someone’s. Truly laughable, actually. He doesn’t belong to anyone, is what he would’ve exclaimed furiously. Well, maybe he could, but it’s not like anyone would truly love him. And at first, he was so extremely afraid of losing you, it consumed him fully. Yet now, after almost 500 years of being by your side, there is no him without you. Wanderer is completely certain of it by now. You’re not going anywhere. Ever.

He can now divide his long life into two different, yet equally long periods. The time before you, and the time after you came into his life, changed it completely. You’re him as much as he is himself. All of yours is his, just as all of his is yours. Sewn together, for as long as they exist.

Despite the lack of boundaries, both physical and mental, it’s not a romance, by literally any means. There’s no attraction, romantic or sexual — none of that sort. But it’s not like they need any labels, in Wanderer’s opinion such things are stupid and completely pointless. He simply loves you more than anything else. More than he thought himself capable of. It’s as simple as that.