He never knew and was never told what set the other off this way.
Seeing Francis curl up on his side at night and cry left Francois unsure of how to react in order to stop this pain of his.
How was he supposed to handle Francis's sudden sadness of such intensity and regularity?
Francois struggled with dealing with such emotions or any emotion from another like this.
He'd never been the sort to comfortingly hug another, but he'd never had to either.
Was there anything that he could do?
It seemed nearly hopeless and this unease continued.
Something was wrong with Francis, and his other hated whatever it was just as much as Francis had to.