he'd admit, the first few implements he added after becoming president; the kids working, the guards, the taxes- probably were shaky and unwanted at the moment. especially after being the guy who tampered with the election votes, and made his best friend- who would've won, no doubts about it, lose the candidacy. his intention wasn't to hurt the other by doing this. for fucks sake, he was trying to save him- there was no way his best friend, the anxiety riddled, people pleasing, nineteen year old- was going to be able to handle all that stress, and discontentment of the people who voted against him.

he was expecting the other to be pissed at him. hell, he didnt expect the other to even talk to give for a few weeks at the very least. up to this point, they had been inseparable best friends, who counted and trusted eachother with everything. he was just expecting a break from the other. not this. not his previous friend managing to get through half of his hired guards, and bursting through his office- when only now were two guards able to grab him, holding him back. standing from his chair, he spoke

"quit, let him go. he's fine"