In answer to Jesper's claim that "a few good distractions" is what they need, Wilhelm raises his cup like it's a toast. He really hopes the last week or so is not indicative of what life will be like around here. Restless nights and paranoia stalking him through the days, all his fears split open like some infected wound.

"So far, this is the best thing that's happened here," he says, looking around the scene of the party. With Jesper's eyes reading him so intently, it's hard to look directly at him. And...maybe it's the booze, maybe it's the loneliness, but his dark curls and warm brown skin and warmer smile turn his thoughts to Simon. He can't help it. As always, reminders of Simon ache in his chest, which means Wilhelm will be tipping his cup back again. Distractions, indeed.

"I'm Wilhelm. Or Wille, if you want." He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, staring down into his cup. "I don't know if I have a story..."

Not one that he cares to share, anyway. One of the few things he likes about this place is that nobody knows who he is. Sure, the townspeople around the castle regard the Summoned with that air of awe he's never been comfortable with, but to the other Summoned he's just some kid. He'd like to keep it that way.

"I feel like everyone I meet here has, like...lived a life I can't even imagine. And I'm just sort of...here."