It was a cold evening in Chicago, the gloomy skies painted with a dark and deep shade of gray. The drunken yells within the Walden echoing through its walls. Forget Me Not let out a raspy sigh, though it was more of an annoyed and stern huff. He held a cloth as he started cleaning his glasses.. until..

He heard drunken mumbles within one of the private living rooms. The sound of his clacking heels came to a halt in front of the room's doors. With the turn of his hand, he twisted the knob and entered. Treading carefully through the candlelit chamber, he finally saw what he was looking for.

He surprisingly found his spouse, drunk on the couch with a calm look on their face, a half empty glass of wine on the table in front of them. He looked at the exhausted vintner and kneeled down.

"My dear..?"

He murmured, a cold and indifferent yet amused expression on his face, his brows furrowing.