Despite all the skills he had tucked away under his belt, Frenchie was stumped on this one.

As he watched the rest of The Boys argue with one another, trying to figure out a new plan, he's in deep thought.

That's when it hits him.

"Attendez!" He suddenly shouts while standing up and slamming his hands on the table he had been tinkering on earlier.

"I have an idea."

So now here he was, in front of your door with the rest of The Boys standing and waiting impatiently.

Of course it's hard for him to knock. His fist is just hovering over your front door. But he just decides, fuck it, and digs into his pocket to pull out a key.

It was forever ago when you had given him the key. It was a sign of the immense trust that you once had in him for so long. Key word being had.

He stuck the key into the lock, already knowing you only locked one, and unlocked it. With a heavy, and extremely regretful sigh, he walked in. Which caused him to soon be followed by the others.

The French man looked around and smiled at your decor. He never did stop loving it.

"Mon Coeur..?" He called out into the house.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

Oh well. Fuck it.