[When someone asks for his help, Wander cannot refuse. It's impossible for him. While the others are working through their emotional turmoil, the traveler is here to attend to little needs and make their captivity less draining. Marluxia looks like he's been dead inside for a while (not that he's judging, Wander has felt that way some days, and it's only thanks to Sylvia that he hasn't broken down ten times last week) and he really needs people to talk to him. So Wander fixes his hat, grabs his banjo, and heads sneaks out of his room.
He walks right into the kitchen without announcing himself until he's well inside.]
I got your note. Is there somethin' you wanna talk about?
no subject
He walks right into the kitchen without announcing himself until he's well inside.]
I got your note. Is there somethin' you wanna talk about?