I was still deeply shaken from the last mission I'd been on, and declined the next one that Six approached me with. I'd refused to speak with Gustave about it, or really anyone about it, and I could tell that it was getting to the other's, even the new recruit who'd gone on the latest mission in my stead. It wasn't something that concerned them, though - it was more of a familial matter. Which meant that I had to start with calling my mother, and asking her to call my brother and father to all have a dinner at my house.

"... Mère?" I started, as my mother answered the phone. "I… Want to make dinner for the family at my house. If that's okay. We really haven't spoken much since I joined RAID."

Immediately, she responded with a happy trill of, "Of course! Let me tell your father about this! I'm sure he'll be thrilled!"

Biting down on my lip, I swallowed. "Well, I was wondering if you could also call Gabriel and ask him as well. He… Shouldn't be out of country right now, right?"

"Oh, of course I can call him. I think he said he would be out of country in a few weeks, since he just got back last night. Alaina had called to tell me he was home," she replied, humming softly.

"Alright, I need to go. I'm getting a call to medical, they want to run over some things with me, and make sure that I'm still fine to go off next time something happens. Goodbye." With that, I hung up on my mother and slumped back against the wall I was next to. Using a bandaged hand, I rubbed my face, not caring if I pulled it away and there was blood. It didn't matter right now, anyways.

The image that I had come to hate rose into my mind again, and I forced myself to shove it back. It wouldn't go, though, and I couldn't stifle a light groan.

An all too familiar face grinned up at me as I held the mask that hid it from view. Bloodied and beaten, Gabriel sneered up at me, before pushing me away. I'd been found sitting where I'd been left by him, jarred back to reality by a hand on my shoulder. Looking up to who it was, my mind took a few moments to realize that it was Julien, a frown on his mostly masked face as he repeated something a few times that I couldn't process. Everything was hazy, like it was a dream, and I had really quietly stuttered that 'I need Doc…' with my voice weak, frail. Settling my hand against my side, I could feel something wet on my hand, but I hadn't paid any attention to it. My mind was still too hazy, thinking about what - who I had just seen.

Feeling pressure against my arm, I lifted my head from where I'd settled it against my knees, following up jeans to a deep green hoodie. I sigh softly as I tiredly look up at Dominic. Right, we were going out tonight with a few others, again, like we did every few weeks. That mostly had pulled my from my thoughts of the previous mission.

"What?" I growl, tone harsher than I meant it to be - it wasn't that I was mad at the other man, it was just that I didn't want to deal with other people right now. At least, not with people I usually worked with.

"Calm down," he instructs me, crouching down to my level. "You haven't been talking to anyone, some of us are getting worried." I knew who he meant by some, and I really didn't want to think about it right now. Doc and Six's meddling in my issues weren't things I wanted to deal with at the moment. In fact, what they thought was wrong I could brush off with a smile and a light lie. Like I was doing now.

Smiling bitterly, I tilted my head as I looked at Dom. "It's nothing, just family issues." It wasn't a full lie, it was family issues. It was just family issues a had to lie about. "My father's sick, and my brother recently got into a pretty bad accident. So…" I trail off, letting myself shrug. Watching Dominic's face for a moment, I let myself relax. It seemed like he bought my half-truth as he nodded, straightening. Pushing myself back up and onto my feet, I rub my face again.

"Do you… Have anything you need to do?" Dominic's words were unsure, he didn't quite know what to say to not have me possibly snap at him. I didn't blame him for being so cautious, I knew I must look tense, and ready to shove something down his throat if he wasn't careful. That look I got was something I always prided myself on.

"Not right now. I just sort of need some… alone time," I responded rather slowly, trying to keep my head about me. Glancing to Dom, my mouth curled into a tight-lipped smile. "I'll call you after Gustave checks me over again. I'll still likely be joining you and Jordan for drinks, but he's being like a mother hen, he'll want to keep tabs on me." I shrugged before starting to walk away, leaving him on his own.

"... Be careful, I have something planned for tonight that you don't want to miss," I heard him call, but I just gave him a thumbs up as I walked away. I didn't want to actually want to think what may be in store for tonight- I just wanted the time to think, time to slip into a quiet room just to clear my thoughts. To push away the thoughts of that one fucking mission.

That didn't happen though, and my stay in my dorm started off with bloody knuckles, and a possible wrist fracture. I had no way of knowing, though, and I quietly sat against the wall, nursing my hand. Hot tears of frustration rolled down my cheeks, and I look to my door as I hear someone knock at the door. Flipping off whoever it was through the door, I grunted as I started to get up. Shaking my head, I started over to the door, shoving my hurt hand into my pocket as I opened it. Pausing when I saw who it was, I frowned softly.

"... Gustave…" I started slowly, before sighing and rubbing my face. His eyes raked down my body, before focusing on the hand in my pocket. Frowning softly, he cocked his head, before looking me in the eye. "What do you need?" I shift uncomfortably under his gaze, looking down as he crossed his arms.

Holding out his hand, he arched a brow. "Give me your hand, Olivier." Slowly, I pulled my hand from my pocket, setting it in his own. Feeling the pressure he set on my wrist, checking just how badly I had hurt it. Shaking his head, he frowned softly. "What did you do, and why?"

Grimacing, I twitched away from him and turned my back to him. Growling lightly in the back of my throat, I glanced back at him over my shoulder. "It doesn't matter, I'll be fine." Slipping my hands back into my pockets, I started over to the bed that I had pushed into the corner of the room. "Why did you feel the need to talk to me?" The few moments of silence before he spoke told me what I had to know - he really had no reason. Perhaps it was only for the sheer fact of mild concern?

"You're not talking with anyone except Dominic, Olivier. Which… Is a bad sign, to be blunt," he started, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. It was like he could sense me rolling my eyes, and his tone suddenly got harsh. "Olivier, something is wrong, and you need to talk to someone. I'm sorry, but I can't sit idly by and watch you destroy yourself like this. What happened?" The suddenness of the tone shift caused me to jump, and I hesitated for a moment to speak.

"It's family issues, and I was pressed by the last failure of a mission we had," I quip back calmly, shrugging. "Are you going out for drinks with Dominic and Jordan, or…?" I trail off, trying to reroute the conversation. It didn't work, and Gustave grabbed my sleeve, pulling me to face him.

"Look, Olivier. This is vital for me to know. If it's going to be cause for concern for you health, be it mental or physical, you must tell me," he murmured, tone hushed as he hung onto my arm. Watching him for a long moment, I frowned, before narrowing my eyes and yanking away from him.

"I'll see you later, Gustave. Just… Leave me be for a bit. I wanted some time alone," I half-growled, pushing past him and exiting the room. It was clear that he had wanted to say more, but I wouldn't give him that chance. Not now, at least. He could wait until later to say what he had needed to say to me.