After Christophe's mission, Gregory had brought him back to Damien. But he changed. He was gone, there was. No. More. Christophe. No Mole. He finally seemed to snap. He was broken. Once Damien found out, he nearly flipped shit. He looked the brunette over and closed the door after Gregory informed him of what happened. "Christophe.. You remember me.. What's my name." The brunette stared for a long moment, racking his brain. What was it. It was so fucking frustrating! The voices that screamed at him, random names to throw him off, random things to make him scream himself. Finally, he blurted out what seemed to fit the Antichrist. "Damien." The demon let out a sigh of relief. "Yeah. Who am I to you." Christophe again, stared. Silence filling the room. This time he didn't answer. Damien shook his head, cupping the brunette's cheeks. "COme on, Christophe you know this." Mole flinched, his brows furrowed. "You're... Fuck, I don't /know/!" He growled, attempting to turn his head away. But Damien kept him still. "You. Know. This." He'd start from square one if he had to. Christophe would know. "I-I.. Go /away/!" This time he wasn't yelling at Damien. Just at the voices. He held his head and backed away. He staggered to the wall, leaning against it and Damien just stared. What had happened to his mercenary. The brunette slid down, bringing his knees to his chest and Damien bent in front of him. "You're mine. And I'm your boyfriend." Christophe blinked slowly, looking up at him. "And I know you're broken, but I fucking love you."