He was still being criticized for accidentally letting a student of his get kidnapped by the LoV by the press, and you hated it. Right now you, his child, was sat on his desk, him sitting right in front of you as he tried telling you it was okay, and while taking you seriously and keeping his attention on you he tried to slowly change the subject. “Kid… Y’know that stuff is my fault, I don’t want you getting involved in it. You don’t have to be worried about it, really…” he’d tell you.