[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Gerard Connolly[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=a2d39c]Location:[/color]  Wyndham Manor
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	What can he do? His mind would go over the possibilities in situations like this, at least to take away a little of her pain. He wished he knew how. He could ask her but it was no good to remind her of the horror she had been through. Would a hug work? A soft caress on her cheek to wipe away her tears, holding her close and telling her everything will be ok? Like a proper gentleman would in the books that he would find himself reading in some occasions. If only he could. Millie doesn't seem to want him there, rolling to the side away from him. He looked down on his lap for a few moments, hearing her quiet sobs. 

	As Gerard got up from the edge of Millie's bed, Abigail and Cook entered the room, he stood there as he watched them get busy. He nodded when Abigail asked him to help Cook with the buckets, but abruptly changed her mind. For a moment he looked at her, and to Millie who was clutching her arm.

	 [color=a2d39c]"Alright."[/color] His expression was glum, nodding at her direction as he left the room. It was only appropriate for him to do so, for whatever reason she did not want to look at him, or is it the other way around? There could be a reason, but Gerard couldn't exactly understand. At this point he doesn't care, he only wished he could be there for her, confide in him for whatever the reason. Milli is his family, and one thing about Gerard is he never turns away from family. Even if the worse comes to worst, he will stay.

	He went down to the office and looked at the room the prowler had left. He sighed deeply and went over the mess, scrounging at the piles. All the while, his mind was with Millie.