Silvio hadn't ever celebrated this holiday and it wasn't really his thing either. Love was something to be celebrated every day. But, he wasn't about to rain on anyone's parade and Wren deserved to see a safe place to socialize. She was feeling better so she deserved a chance to be somewhere that she could thrive rather than cooped up at his camp in the woods.

The poppers were...a lot for him though. So after awhile he found a quieter corner to sit in and nursed a drink as he just listened to everyone around him. He did look nice in his new shirt and he'd talk to anyone who came over to him. But it was pretty clear that this was...not the easiest place on him at the moment given how his should tensed every time one of those poppers went off. It wasn't the loudest sound really not compared to a gun or something. Just the suddenness of it, hard for him to predict over the sounds of the people around him. But he'd stay so Wren could have a good time and he could get her back safely.