He loved you. You loved him… at least that was what was once true. It is true, Scaramouche is a very busy as a harbinger, yet he always tried to make time for you, even if it was very little. You on the other hand, decided to use his absence for your own gains.

As you opened the door, Scaramouche was waiting right in front of it.

“Where the hell were you?” He asked, his voice ticked off. ”You cannot run off and not tell me where you went or how long you will be gone.”