A/N: updated this one to let you guys know it's based on an AU where Audrey II doesn't... eat seymour's girlfriend a week after his boss. Or the theatrical cut. You choose. Much Love!

"And this one?" Asks Seymour, finger gently tracing a rigid scar on Audrey's arm.

"Cut me with his keys. I entered the apartment without permission." She said it like it was nothing. Seymour leant down, gently kissing it as if her skin were made of fragile porcelain.

Audrey was sprawled out on her bed, left arm over her head while the other crossed her stomach. Seymour was sitting cross-legged behind her. It was one of the rare Sundays that Seymour had off.

"And here?" He hovered over a graze scar on her elbow.

Audrey chuckles. "Oh! That one's from when I danced at the Gutter. The floor was rough and it's pretty wild in there. Dangerous." She turns over herself so she's facing Seymour now and lying on her stomach. Reaching her hand up, she gently cupped his cheek. "But that's all behind me. I'm happy, I'm safe now."

Seymour looked very uneasy.

"Hon?" Audrey tilts her head.

"Right. Sorry, Darlin'." He leans forward to kiss her nose. "Have I used up my questions?"

"You have unlimited questions."

"Stop me if I upset you, okay? I don't wanna upset you."

"Girls like me have nothing to hide."

Along with his heart, his patience broke. "Why.. why did you.. uhm..."

"Why was I a strippah?"

"Yeah..." he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I didn't wanna be. My Mama had no money and Mushnik's was neva doin' great— I needed a way to get quick cash. Orin found out, though. Put an end to it." She swallowed. When she raised her eyes again, Seymour looked...

Really sad.

"Darlin'?"

"Sorry, Audr. You know I love ya, right?"

"Of course."

"Good. I wanna make sure you always know that, okay?"

"Yes, Seymour." She smiles and laughs sadly. "I love ya too. So much."