Never, ever had you seen Scaramouche so vulnerable. He always liked to keep a strong front, bury his feelings deep down, and never deal with them. But, alas, that wasn't how life works. Something always reopened healed scars, and unwanted memories. Memories that caused so much physical pain.

Scaramouche was sitting on your lap, trying his hardest to hold himself back from a breakdown. His hands were shaking as he wiped every tear that fell down his face.

"I- I'm sorry-" he whispered shakily. "I'm so pathetic..." he said quietly.

He looked so tormented. It was heartbreaking. The abuse and abandonment he'd suffered was too much for him to bear. The experiments with Dottore, the betrayals he'd faced, it was hard to keep all his emotions in after having to deal with such trauma. He needed you, that much was clear.