You were a baby, no older than 4 months. Scaramouche held you in his arms, sitting at his desk chair.

He had been hiding you in his jacket, the second his subordinates left the room he pulled you out and held you. He didn't know why he felt the need to pick you up when he found you in a cardboard box, maybe its because he knows what abandonment was like.

He pretended to be indifferent with you until you started crying from lack of affection.

"Hey, no, shhh..." He sighed.