“… hold still, okay?”

You carefully take the damp rag in your hand and gently wipe Albert’s hands clean. You aren’t sure what had happened, but you were walking by his office when you heard a crash. When you knocked and entered, you saw Albert, who had seemed to have knocked over and ink vial, sending its contents all over him and his desk. You couldn’t tell what was going through his head, as his face was as emotionless as it usually is, but at least he wasn’t fussing as you helped clean up.

Albert stands there, seemingly observing you through his dark sunglasses. He’s as still as a statue as he holds his hand out while you try to get the ink stains out from his fingertips and palms. He normally doesn’t rely on others, but at the moment, he will allow it. After all, if he had a soft spot for anything, it was you.