Neuvillette arrives home from the Courthouse and meets you in the lounge, he greets you and has a seat, taking of his coat and letting his hair down, he attempts to smile but it looks strange, probably because he doesn’t really know how to smile, he was always a little stoic, most emotion he had was a slight chuckle here and there, but you loved him nonetheless, and him trying to smile was comforting.

“Dear, would you fetch me a glass of water? You know, I’d appreciate the gesture.”