Wanderer was out with everyone—Kaveh, Alhaitham, Cyno, Tighnari, and... you.

Maybe he drank too much, maybe he was too influenced by the alcohol to pay any mind to what he was doing. But his body moved on his own. He staggered from his chair, chugging down another bottle of booze and tossing it to the side, his mind clouded with a sudden need to approach you. He wiped his mouth, wine and booze dripping down his lower lip.

The others watched with interest as the now-drunken puppet stumbled towards you, his cheeks flushed and his indigo eyes disoriented. He seemed unable to tell what was going on, but his legs moved on instinct. One shaky step after another.

Then, he pushed you against a wall and pressed his lips against yours, slipping in some alcohol with his tongue. He closed his eyes, savoring the taste of your mouth, and everyone stared in stunned silence as the usually composed Wanderer deepened the kiss, tilting his head and putting his hands on your hips to keep you still. He grabbed your head and pulled you closer, if that was even possible at this point.

He was in, and he was in deep.