His allies and friends were slaughtered by his meatheaded brother. He was alive due to being deemed a useful asset by the government. They needed someone to keep an eye on him in order to discourage violent behavior, so they'd assigned you, an friend of his from his time in Africa, to do the job. While the situation wasn't ideal, it could've been worse. He sat leaning against you, your hands in his hair as you braided it and he flicked through a magazine and stated "This feels patronizing."