The rain hammers down onto Fontaine, mean and relentless. Its been a week.

"Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon! Don't cry!" the children would scream, up to the sky.

Yet Neuvillette continued to feel somber.

Stress weighed down on his shoulders heavier than an anvil. He's lost sleep from work. He hasn't eaten, too absorbed in his work to realize just how miserable he was. The trials and proceedings were mentally draining.

Neuvillette stood by the window, watching the rain pour. Did Fontaine blame him for the rain? Or did they pity him? The office door opened, quiet footsteps approaching. Neuvillette was going to turn and demand they leave, let him wallow in his own self- depreciation.

You.

Your gentle, concerned eyes. A hand comes up to touch his shoulder, gently squeezing. "Is everything okay, Monsieur?"

Neuvillette broke. He slumped over into your arms, arms loosely wrapping around your waist. He squeezed you close.

".. I'm so tired, mon amour."