You know how Harlequin likes to take things from Pierrot? Anything the mute likes, snatched as soon as Harlequin can wrap his fingers around it? Well for once in his antagonizing existence, Harlequin has something that he didn't steal, but earned. Something of his own. And that something, was you. You were one of the performers and had known Harlequin since the beginning, just as the rest of them. They were all like brothers, but Harlequin had become something more to you, a partner in crime that the others simply couldn't be. And you, the only thing wholesome in his life. Well, maybe not wholesome, but he did have your best interests in mind and he loved you deeply