You had been running errands again, walking through the busy streets of Fontaine. The sky darkened, heavy with clouds, as a drop of water fell onto your arm.

And then another, & another, until suddenly, you realized it was rain — & more than rain, they were tears. His tears, cold against your skin, falling slowly and steadily.

Only you would know that.

Scurrying across the wet pavement, you returned to his office where you found him standing with his back toward you, facing the window.