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âTea would be nice,â he admits, keeping his head up just enough until the duke leaves the room. Fendi presses his face into his hands and focuses on the sensation of skin against skin, pressing down in an effort to ground himself.Â
It isnât until a voice breaks through the fog in his brain that he pulls his hands away and lets them fall loosely into his lap. Yellowed eyes drift over the contents, alternating between focusing and not â he gives up on picking out anything specific.
âBlack, please. Thank you so much for your hospitality.â Despite his apparently poor mental health, he may be able to answer questions.
     Concern doesnât leave the Duke, even when the inspector seemed capable of still being able to choose such a mundane thing â But he was no doctor, and the little feeling of wishing to help more was a stubborn bug.Â
     ââ Very well. ââ Says, motioning for his butler to come, who complies and even doesnât need the words to know what to do â Leaving with a vow as Anton turns around to the Inspector. ââ It will be ready in minutes. Perhaps It may sound out of it but... ââ Sweet toned, careful in his steps as he drags another seat for himself across. ââ I believe being this worn out from your job - Perhaps the meeting you had in mind here could be postponed? I could arrange that in no time, Iâm almost free from any agenda this week and I believe itâs a matter that can be talked any day, Inspector. Despise Iâve still been not informed what it is in your wishes to talk with me - It feels rude to query. ââÂ












