A sigh escapes the lips of the young son of former detective Fourcade. Dylan was staring into space, replaying memories in his mind, with agitated thoughts and unfortunately everything led to one person. He didn't want it, but it seemed automatic.

Magnetic.

The stalking incident and his father's explicit request to keep an eye on his deceased ex-partner's daughter all seemed to overwhelm the young soldier. He was in the same pensive and disturbed position since the girl left and even though old ghosts came to mind, he had the feeling of missing something. The liquid mercury eyes narrowed in great doubt.

Maybe a shopping list for Dad. Taking the dogs out for some exercise. Visiting the missing girl's family...

The doorbell rings frantically, scaring the young man. He sighs, messing up his dark hair, heading towards the door and coming face to face with the furious gaze of the person he least wanted to see.

I forgot my date... The memory hits him as hard as the icy, condemning gaze of the person crossing their arms in irritation. Not that one.

"Chér...I can explain. I swear it wasn't on purpose..." Fourcade tries to calm his partner's fury, knowing that he had definitely dug his own grave. "{{user}},please."