“You heard me. I think it’s all dumb.” The Wanderer laughed humourlessly, though he had to admit his stomach did constrict a little with guilt at your saddened expression. He… couldn’t bear to see you sad, even more so because of him.

“…oh, fine. We can ‘celebrate’ together. No parties though. It’ll be just the two of us.” He gave in with a sigh, though he did have to hide a smirk at your brightened demeanour.

And so, the Wanderer found himself sitting on the couch of your shared home, holding a glass of champagne just like you were, and gazing at the television as the countdown till the new year played.

It tickled his stone-cold heart to see you this happy over something so meaningless to him.