Having gotten the masquerade business out of the way for the time being, Walter found himself once more in his office. He spent more time in here than any other room of the manor, including his bedroom -- something his personal butler strongly disagreed with. Sitting down in the chair, with his elbows on the solid desk before him, Walter closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He heard the door open and sighed as his butler, Jonathan, entered.<br/><br/>"I'm not in the mood for an argument Jon."<br/><br/>"Yes sir." Jonathan replied, setting a tray with a cup of tea down next to Walter.<br/><br/>Nodding to acknowledge the man, Walter watched him leave. He had work to do, though very little motivation to actually do any of it. His thoughts were too occupied with his grandfather. They had known for a long time that his health was decreasing, how rapidly seemed to depend on the day, but Walter had heard enough whispers around town of people saying how sad it was to see Charles Forge like this. Grumbling something under his breath that sounded like 'stupid old man', Walter took out a pen and began scratching some figures down.<br/><br/><br/>Charles fussed over the blanket draped over his lap. He fussed over the fire blazing before him. He fussed over everything he possibly could. Eventually the servants gave up and left the man to himself with one of the older maids staying with him despite his complaints that he could look after himself. She would only lightly smile and nod while the man threw off the blanket and tried to stand, only to fall right back into his chair.<br/><br/>"Mr. Forge sir, I wouldn't advise trying to get up just yet." She tried to reason.<br/><br/>"Don't even try Sofia. You and I both know I'm too stubborn for that." Sofia only shook her head as Charles tried once more to stand before giving up and asking for the blanket back. Soon he was fast asleep, mumbling about various oddities from time to time.