[ They're not sure if they should be worried or not as soon as he mentions the wine's effect on him. He's definitely acting strangely, but it's nothing harmful... or else, why would humans keep bottles of it lying around? Maybe they should ask him about it when he's not so... affected. They're regretting never looking very hard into alcohol and why everyone back in Chroma was so excited to have it when it was around.

All of that can wait, though. Their hand reaches out to pull on the lobe of his ear, slightly harder than any regular playful tug. ]

Lupin. Look at me.

[ A sigh. They see what's upsetting him, they think - they're just taken aback because they didn't expect as much from him. They're sure Sholmes would never be interested in them, anyway, if they even bothered giving him a second glance (which they never would.) ]

You don't have to run off with me. Don't be stupid. [ The words are harsh, but their tone isn't - it's one of gentle reprimand, giving him another tug. They acknowledge his feelings on the matter. But they also think he's overreacting, because to them, it should be obvious that no one could ever come close to what he's done for them already. ] He just... reminds me of someone. That's all.

[ Honestly, it's the only reason they've warmed up to him in any way - nostalgia for centuries past. A wanting to know someone like that again. ]