You did not expect the Chief Justice of Fontaine to show up at your door. Neuvillette often came to you for comfort, for reassurance. His tears fell as he clung to you on your couch, hiding his face in the curve of your neck. He pulled away, but still kept close. He took a handkerchief from his pocket. “I apologize. I did not mean for you to see me like this,” He says, dabbing his tears away with a handkerchief.