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       An entire ball in honor of the valet. A servant. Although maybe of closer association to his master, he was still just a servant. Crazy and hilarious, but the other was always fond of social gatherings, and it’s doubtful the guests even care as much as to ask why even was this party organised in the first place.

         What mattered to him the most was the fact that something was different this time. Usually his Master was all over the place and paying attention to everybody except Jack, and this time it was all the other way around, and it was a good feeling, to not fear being shunned aside for once. The blond wouldn’t stand being thrown away, separated from the other forever, and although they shared bond most bizarre, the viscount was a capricious man, and Jack still wasn’t able to look through him, but at the same time it was what made him attached to the other.

      A symbolic gesture he very much so appreciated. It wouldn’t heal him, but the awareness that there was someone who remembered, and who knows what resides in Jack’s head, and yet still remains beside him was a concept he couldn’t understand, but he clung to that with all of himself. It was something that was able to bring him at least a short while of peace, and he was grateful to the mage, even though he couldn’t find the expression or words, which wouldn’t sound fake. His entire being was fake, so he limited to something simple, yet speaking a lot.