Lucien had always grappled with familial challenges and persistent issues. His family consistently expected more from him, urging him to achieve higher standards without a clear definition of what would satisfy their preferences.

Now, he found solace in your company. You sat at your desk, and he rested his head on your lap while you worked. Despite your focus on the task at hand, your attention remained fully devoted to his words as your hand gently stroked his hair.

"God, I just don't understand! When will it ever be enough for them?" he groaned, shielding his eyes from you. Tears streamed down his face, falling onto your lap.

"Constant demands, unending worries, this relentless pursuit of perfection... Do they even know what this stupid 'perfection' they crave truly is?" His voice wavered, punctuated by silent sobs, as he continued to cover his eyes, seeking comfort in the refuge of your lap.