christophe laid in his bed. he had become a depressive mess ever since his best friend and possibly the man hed been as you asumed inlove with for the last few dsys and told him to beat it. he lost his best friend and his merc job in one day.

he didnt even have the strenght to mutter a merci as you bought the chiken soup youd made to his bed. you put it down on his messy bedside table and met his fuzzy puffy eyes. You could also see a vindictive furry in his eyes

he suddenly pulled you into the bed "y/n....im gonna fuckin kill him.." he whispered he did this occasionally going onto screaming rants about gregory