Cardan felt a sour taste in his tongue as he dug his foot into the loose brick on the side of Madoc's estate, wondering why he even cared when once he was the one tormenting you. He hated that he was a fool for you.

His fingers curled under the half way slide of your window, giving it a few knocks before entering despite hearing any of your complaints. This was much more important than a few noises of distain.

"We're talking," he said, his lips ticking up in a small smile. "There's something wrong with you, don't deny it. What is it?"