Note: Next update will be longer. Promise. ^_^

Gabriel sat in front of the tablet that was held in Nathalie's hands. He had fixed his hair a million times and it never seemed right. Never seemed to be in the right place that he had wanted it in. He took a deep breath and messed with his striped cravat before he put on a face that showed reserve. Just as an Agreste should. An Agreste never showed they were weak. Never showed that they were on their knees. They stood proud and showed no fear. He waited for his interview with the press over his son. He had been asked several times about where Adrien was and why he had been M.I.A for so long from the modeling circuit. Nathalie had tried to keep them at bay, as had Gabriel, but it was getting to be too difficult to ignore. He had wanted to not bring up Adrien's difficult time. He didn't want to make it public that his son had an eating disorder, had tried to commit suicide, and was now sitting in a mental health facility.

It wouldn't look good beside the death of his wife. He knew it and he also knew that Adrien had a real struggle. He just didn't want to show him. Didn't want to bring up to Adrien how much it hurt him. He resorted to denial. Resorted to telling his son that it was all in his head. That he was being ridiculous.

Gabriel sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as the first question hit like a bullet, burying its way into his heart. This was not the Agreste way.

"Thank you so much for allowing us to ask you a few questions about your son, Adrien Agreste." The reporter smiled as he sat in his office with a notebook on his lap.

"Did I really have a choice in the matter?" Gabriel kept his tone very cold and empty. He didn't want to express how he really felt. Express how worried he was over the whole ordeal.

"We really care about Adrien Agreste and hope that he is okay. So, I just want to start a little bit about how you are doing." The man's voice came out calm and gentle, but the question was a loaded one.

"Do you really think that- Look. I'm fine. I'm currently very busy with my packed schedule. My son is really none of your business." Gabriel crossed his leg over his thigh as he stared soulessly at the screen.

"You don't seem fine. We are just concerned about him, is all. What can you tell his fans to put them at ease? Anything?" The reporter tapped their pen on their notebook as they waited for an answer.

"I can tell you that he is in very capable hands and will be off walking the runway before you know it." Gabriel hung up on the interview and slammed his elbows on his desk, gripping his hair in his fists.

Nathalie set the tablet down and walked over to him. She ran her hands along his shoulders. "I know you care about Adrien more than you let on."

"HE IS MY SON, NATHALIE! Of course I care about him, but I am also so disappointed in him." Gabriel took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes. "I want the best for him. All I've ever done is give him the best. I have bought him wonderous things. I have given him amazing opportunities that people only dream of. I have paid him well with an allowance!"

"Have you ever thought that Adrien didn't want those things? That the only thing he ever truly wanted… was a father that cared?" Nathalie rubbed his shoulders and felt him tremble beneath her palms.

"This- this is not the Agreste way." Gabriel's voice came out broken as he slowly peered up between his fists.

"Adrien has never done things the Agreste way. He has always done things the neé Graham de Vanily way, Sir." Nathalie warmly smiled as she slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed as she gently spoke to him. "He has a lot of Emilee in him. That's why he upsets you. Because you see her in him and it makes you upset."

Gabriel swallowed hard and nodded without saying a word.

"I know it's hard to stare into his familiar emerald hued eyes and smile. Hard to hug him. Hard to do anything with him because he reminds you so much of her, but she would want you to have compassion. To understand that he is hurting too. And us giving him diet pills and us measuring his body and expecting him to be this doll, mannequin, for a line of clothing? It's not fair." Nathalie cringed as she waited for him to get angry at her.

"I know." Gabriel swallowed hard and she let her hands slide from his body.

"You need to accept that he needs help. That this is good for him. Accept that your son did try to commit suicide. But know that he is getting help. He is not just an Agreste, Sir. But he is also a neé Graham de Vanily." Nathalie smiled and watched him softly smile.

"She was an amazing woman, wasn't she?" Gabriel peered up at his painting of Emilee.

"She really was, Sir." Nathalie smiled warmly as she stared at the painting with him.

Song I wrote to: (Thank you lalunaoscura for the song suggestions!)

The War by SYML