Olivier leaned against the wall on his window sill. He was reading his Bible to himself, going over the scriptures that he had highlighted on keeping the peace in one's self. He had been leaning more heavily on his faith due to his indecision of which direction he wanted to take his personal life. He looked out the window as the sound of children's laughter pierced through the air. It was the woman who took walks with her three children every day. She was part of Olivier's church, and the most gentle soul Olivier knew (despite the fact of not knowing her name). She gave Olivier advice on everything he asked her, and best believe he asked her a lot. He thought back to a time when he asked her on what he should do regarding his relationship with his son. "Olivier," she began, "whatever you feel you should do, it will be the right choice." At the time she had told him that, it made him grumpy. It didn't help his indecision at all, but thinking about it over and over began to make sense to him- even if he was still at a stand-still with his decisions.

A knock at his door brought him back to reality. He stared at his door from across the room, focusing on the peep hole as if trying to see who was there without moving from his spot. Another knock came, and Olivier sighed as he stood up to get the door. Too bad I don't have my drone to see whose there, he thought to himself. He decided not to check the peep hole, as whoever was there to see him was being an inconvenience anyway. He rolled his eyes before unlocking the hatch and swinging the door open. Olivier's mouth fell open as he stood stunned. "You? How did you know where to find me?" he asked, still in complete shock. "How I know things I probably shouldn't know- is on a need-to-know basis," came the smart aleck reply of Twitch. "May I come in?" she asked with a sincere smile. "Oui."

Twitch stepped inside and looked around. Olivier's apartment was so clean. Bright white walls, minimal furniture, and plants placed subtly around the room. "Your apartment is very lovely," Twitch said lightly caressing a metallic figure of Rodin's The Kiss which sat on a table beside her. "Merci," Olivier said returning his Bible to the cornered bookshelf. "May I ask why you're here?" Twitch placed her hands behind her back and turned to him still smiling. "I just wanted to check in on you. See how you're doing." Olivier's stance was very defensive. Twitch didn't blame him. She had let him know plenty of times that he was not exactly her favorite person in the world. Especially when he brought her into the middle of the ongoing dispute he has with Doc. "You wanted to check in on me?" Olivier asked her with a hostile tone. Twitch shrugged her shoulders and widened her smile. She knew she was coming off as sarcastic. She couldn't help it. But here and now, she was trying her hardest to seem as genuine as she was being.

Olivier sat back down on his window sill, never breaking his gaze on her- lest she try something. "I'm fine. Thank you for checking with me, but you may go now." Twitch's smile faded a bit as she looked down. She sighed heavily before looking back up at him. "Olivier, I'm not here as a threat. I promise you that. Don't let our troubles at work disrupt us here-" Twitch began before Olivier scoffed cutting her off. "Work? Emma, we don't 'work'. We go out into the field and we gather intel. We kill people. We save lives. That isn't 'work'," Olivier snapped at her. Twitch's smile was fading very fast with every word he spoke. "Whatever you want to call it, Olivier, it's still a service to the people. It's our JOB!" Twitch clenched her fists and squeezed her eyes shut. She dropped her face and took a deep breath in, then out. Why Olivier had to challenge her on everything, she would never know; but it was really getting annoying when she had come to see him on friendly terms out of concern.

"Look, Olivier, I'm concerned about you. Finka is too," Twitch said looking back up at him. "You've been at base with us, but you're not really there." Olivier's jaw clenched tightly. He looked away before looking at the floor. "If you don't want to tell me, it's fine. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay at home." Twitch was about to get up to leave when Olivier said, "It's not." Twitch leaned forward with her arms folded and her elbows on her knees. "Q'uest-cue la problem? (What's the problem?)" Twitch asked him in their native tongue. Olivier leaned back against his window. He looked upwards to keep the tears in his eyes from falling down. He sniffled, and locked eyes with Twitch. "I'm so distraught, Emma. Alexis has been on my mind so much lately. I've just been thinking about the things I could have done to..." Olivier closed his eyes for a moment, then looked back at Twitch. "Thinking about the things I could have done to establish a relationship with him. Like, what if I had never left Claire? What if I had stayed with her, and never got myself back on track like I am now. Would my relationship with him be the same? Would it be worse? I'm so confused about everything, Emma..."

Twitch stood and walked over to Olivier who was now sobbing. She pulled him to her and held him tightly, stroking his back and patting his hair. His arms wrapped shakily around her waist. He clenched the back of her shirt tightly as his emotions flew out of him. He was so hurt. So sad. So angry... All at himself for his stupid past that he wished he could get away from. That he wished he could change. He only had one true relationship with his blood, and that relationship was extremely weak due to his poorly made decisions. What kind of a father was he? No amount of time spent could ever change the fact that Olivier had never wanted his son in the first place, and although he wanted to fix his relationship with Alexis, every time he looked at his face- it brought back the guilt of I wanted you gone.

Twitch blunk back tears of her own as she held on to her cohort. He was always so strong and so confident in the field, and now here he was, crying and unstable. She had known about Olivier's attempts at reconciling with his son. She had also known about how the relationship was awkward due to another man taking the role of 'father' for Alexis. At least Olivier was trying. At least he was bettering himself for his own benefit, and his son's. But right now, Olivier was giving up. It showed with his performance on missions. It showed at lunch time when he discarded full trays after sitting motionless for an hour. It showed after bed time, when Olivier would be walking around the track at three in the morning instead of in bed. It showed... Twitch's heart broke for Lion. Emmanuelle's heart broke for Olivier...

Hiiiii! ^^ Okay so little note to clear things up. When I refer to them by codename then their regular name, I'm emphasizing that who they are when they're on duty at base/with Rainbow they're different from their real selves. The same as going to work and putting on a professional persona when you're really rowdy and like to party in your "at home" life. Just to clear things up ^^ Thanks for reading through this very short chapter~ I hope you enjoyed this and the next one~