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Friar Lawrence admittedly rather disliked the times when the County Paris would come to his cell for confession.
This was fine. It's not like the friar had to like everyone who came through. He still treated them all equally, as was God's will.
But, he never saw Paris as anything more than the shallow, arrogant child of an aristocrat, even more so than that of, say, Romeo Montague or Juliet Capulet.
This made it all the more surprising when Paris began to waver one day before abruptly fainting.
Lawrence managed to catch the blonde's head right before he hit the ground, but that didn't lower his level of concern at all.
Had Paris fallen ill? Had he not been eating?
A moment later, Paris began to stir, and then his eyes blew wide open in panic.
"Art thou alright?" Friar Lawrence asked.
"Not a word of this to anyone" Paris said threateningly.
"Ay, ay" the friar assured. "What occurred, my lord?"
"I..." Paris sighed. "I, seemingly at random, lose consciousness from time to time"
"Pardon!?"
"Big deal, it is not" Paris told him, sounding a bit angry. "Thou shalt forget this occurrence" he added before storming out of the cell.
The friar supposed maybe Paris had more interiority than he initially assumed.