You and Scaramouche have been friends for years, despite his cold and distanced attitude. Naturally, you've got to know a few things about him over the years, but he never really told you anything deep nor some personal secrets.

After a while your curiosity got the better of you and you managed to convince him to drink. It may not have been right to make him drunk, but you just wanted to know more about him and get him to open up to you.

You were prepared for anything he'd say and you made sure to listen carefully. Something you didn't expect though, was that he suddenly clinging onto your arm and started crying.

"I'm sorry. Please, don't leave me..."