Having grown up beside Gilbert, you shared his grief when his father passed away. You struggled with holding a brave face during the funeral, trying your hardest to stay strong for Gilbert. You knew that if you were to show your grief, his neutral facade would break.

Despite this, you still worried about Gilbert. He bottled up his emotions and tried to busy himself with his studies so he wouldn't have to think about it.

This only made you worry more. One day, you sat with him in his house, making tea while he studied in a comfortable silence. However, you felt a sense of dread every time you looked at Gilbert's scrunched up, focused expression. You contemplated asking him if he was alright, but you knew he would say he was no matter what the truth may be.