you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

She does it again and he has to nearly bite his tongue. Fighting back the reaction his body insists on portraying, Wilder keeps his eyes closed. The room is wobbling even in the dark as he keeps his head lifted. Shifting slightly so he’s curled a bit more around her but ultimately more comfortable, he lets out a sigh. Yes, focus on the questions. Not the proximity of his body wrapped around hers. How did they end up here anyway!?

Listening to her answers, Wilder nods slowly. “I reckon most don’t got middle names,” he responds quietly, his voice a tad rough and his words slightly slurred. With her question, he smiles. Tipsy Wilder would quickly answer that she was, but in true fashion, he has to be a punk.

“There’s this kid. Goes by Spider. Bas’ kid. You met them?” Wilder says, peeping his eyes open as his smile spreads, hoping to get some sort of reaction out of her.