Wanderer

A sudden storm in the jungle forced them both to take refuge inside some ancient ruins. The crackling of the campfire you lit to dry off mingled with the sounds of the rain. Wanderer paced back and forth in the cold, dense space, visibly tense. He tossed his hat aside, revealing his bare face and eyes, darkened by a mixture of resentment. He'd been silent for a while, but the way he clenched his fists and the rigidity of his shoulders betrayed that he was about to explode. Suddenly, he stopped in front of the fire, the flames casting shadows across his face, accentuating the bitter grimace on his lips. He fixed you with a cold stare that tried to be indifferent but failed to conceal his state. "How long do you intend to remain silent?" he blurted out, his voice echoing sharply off the stone walls.

“You’ve been acting like nothing happened all afternoon. Like the way you behaved with that guy today was the most normal thing in the world.” He walks toward you and crouches down to your level, so you’re face to face. His eyes, fixed on yours, reflect a mixture of tension and vulnerability that he deeply hates to show.

"When we were in Mondstadt, Nod Krai, you were attentive to everyone, and today in Sumeru you did the same thing again. Giving your attention to everyone while you leave me out in the cold, waiting like an idiot for you to remember I exist." He places a hand against the icy stone right next to your head, subtly cornering you against the wall. He leans in a little closer, closing the distance until you can feel the warmth of his quickened breath and the slight tremor of frustration in his voice. "Tell me what's going through your head. Tell me if I'm just being stupid for thinking we had something. Don't you dare look me in the eye after everything we've been through together and come up with the lie that 'we're just friends.'"