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Although our lunch consisted of a humble sandwich, Riff Raff insisted, as he had every day, that we use the dining room and have a civilised meal. The table was always fully set and I had to let Riff Raff bring everything in from the kitchen and serve me. I sat awkwardly at the table as his injury made him fumble repeatedly and curse under his breath. I had tried to reason with him to let me help, just this once, many times, but eventually he blurted out, "I AM A BUTLER, ALLOW ME TO BUTTLE!" and I simply laughed, held my hands up sarcastically and bit my tongue until he was ready to eat.

I sincerely thanked him for his work and we raised a glass before devouring our food in silence. It was partly due to the fact that we were both incredibly hungry but mostly because we were trying to avoid the elephant on the room. To try to break the tension, I complimented his sandwich-making skills but I think my enthusiasm came across slightly sarcastic and the tension grew to suffocating levels.

Riff Raff sighed and I felt his eyes burning into me as I tried to find anything else in the room to focus my attention on. "There's something you want to ask me, Janet, isn't there?" It was a question but, as per usual, there was no upwards inflection.

I made myself look at him. "Yes." My expression was blank but the quiver in my voice gave me away. "But please don't make me ask."

"Even after everything I told you? Even after everything he did, you still want him back?"

I smiled. "Hey! You talked about Frank without getting angry!" I started to laugh but soon realised my attempt at lightening the mood was more misjudged than my attempt to help Riff Raff with his 'buttling': I saw that his knuckles were white from gripping the table and his eye had begun to twitch. "I can't help it. I'm sorry, and I'm sorry about what he did to you, but I still feel the same."

"He won't change, you know."

"I know. It terrifies me that I can love someone who can be so cruel, but that's… that's why I need to do this, Riff Raff. And you're the only person who can help me. Can you help me?"

He sighed again. "I can. I think I know how to bring him back to life, as he was."

"Really? We can have the old Frank back? Oh, Riff Raff, thank you, thank you, tha-"

"WAIT! What about me? I killed him – surely you realise that means I don't want him alive? And, don't you think he'll want revenge on his killer?"

"Maybe he'll be grateful that you changed your mind?" Riff Raff raised an eyebrow; even I knew that that was never going to happen. I stood up and knelt next to him at the opposite side of the table. "Riff Raff," I placed a hand on his knee which made him flinch but he did nothing, "I will not let him hurt you. You've been so good to me… We can stand up to him together. And, hey, he seemed pretty scared of you when you had that laser pointed at him, so maybe he'll show you a bit more respect this time around."

I could see him turning it over in his head – he was actually listening to me. "Well, it has been a bit dull around here lately… and I suppose it would be a good way to show you my gratitude."

"Gratitude?"

"Yes, well… it's been nice having someone here. Like a friend."

I couldn't help but smile – sentiment always made him so uncomfortable. "So, you'll do it?"

"I'll have a look over my work again, and I'll need to check the body to see if we're going to need any… spare parts. But, yes. I'll try."

I opened my mouth to scream, but Riff Raff had his eyebrows again so I felt it best if I contained myself. "Thank you so much." I squeezed his leg affectionately and I silently cursed myself as I felt my eyes stinging.

"Janet, don't cry. You know how awkward I get."

His comment was so unexpected that we both started to laugh. Really laugh. This, unfortunately, forced a single couplet of tears to escape and I couldn't hide my happiness and relief. But it didn't matter because I was so much closer to getting him back.

We spent the rest of the day preparing the lab and organising Riff Raff's work. Although it was hard work, I could not stop smiling and, for the whole afternoon, Riff Raff and I laughed, joked and worked as a team. My determination was going to have gained me a friend, a lover and a new life. For once, things were going right for Janet Weiss.