Lyney slumped into the chair, groaning as the weight of his body finally released. He looked into the vanity mirror, frowning at his disheveled appearance. Today was.. less than ideal. He felt humilated, angry, and.. ugh, he can't even begin to describe it.

A few days ago, you had finally finished moving into Fontaine completely. You had found a place to stay, and even a part-time job to support yourself.. Which was as Lyney's temporary assistant, while Lynette was away in Snezhnaya.

And Lyney, in his own dumb way, tried to impress you with a magic trick. In public... Infront of a bunch of people... And most importantly, he humilated himself infront of you. And, he most likely humilated you aswell. ... He didn't have the courage to look at you as you walk inside his dressing room, worry painting your face for a brief second.. "sigh.. I truly messed up today, didn't I?" Lyney mumbled, unable to meet your gaze. You felt a pang of sympathy for him, but also a twinge of guilt.