[A/N: It's like 1:20am, I'm so tired XD but I'm updating out of love. That's right. Love. I hope you enjoy this chapter, thank you to Stereophonic for the review and...yeah...cheese sandwiches anyone? =D xxx Teeny Sweeney.]

Their feet automatically took them to the market first. They didn't plan on buying anything, and there would be nothing new, but it would pass some time to look around.

"So…how long until lunch, Mr. T?" Gerard asked.

"I don't really know. Have a flower…while…you wait." The barber very nearly stopped breathing.

"Benjamin, Johanna's hungry, how long until lunch?"

"I'm not sure. Johanna, Johanna, look, while you wait, here, a flower!"

And everything had fallen apart right there.

"Mr. Todd? Are you okay?"

He snapped out of his daze, his eyes locking onto Gerard's concerned expression.

"No…yes. Look, why don't we go and eat now. I'm hungry." He replied, his voice coming out surprisingly calm.

"Alright…" Gerard nodded, still concerned as he put the flower in a top-pocket on his waistcoat.

"I don't get it. It's just a cheese sandwich." Gerard said, taking a bite out of his own.

"Yes, but it's a very nice cheese sandwich. Shut up and eat, you're so slow." Sweeney complained.

"No, Mr. Todd, you just ate your sandwich really fast." Gerard retorted, rolling his eyes.

"But I was hungry…"

Gerard looked up into a wide-eyed look like that of a kicked puppy asking its master why it did such a thing, and his sarcastic demeanor melted into nothing.

"That's your own fault." He mumbled before finishing the last half of his sandwich. "You never eat."

"Can you blame me?" The barber asked quietly as he stood, straightening his jacket slightly.

"I suppose not." Gerard muttered as they left the small cafe.

As soon as they stepped out of the door, Gerard's vision was blocked by someone's hands.

"Guess who?" A cheeky voice asked in his ear.

"Oh, well, it could never be you Tom." Gerard replied.

He would have rolled his eyes if they weren't covered up. Following his sarcasm, he was grabbed by the shoulders and spun around. Tom was roughly the same height and age as Gerard with short, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He was fairly attractive, in that he was something in the way of a pretty-boy.

"What gave me away?" He grinned.

"Oh, I don't know." Gerard sighed playfully. "Maybe the fact that as soon as you're around me you turn into the biggest flirt ever."

"Oh, because you're so much better, aren't you Gerard?" Tom asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes, but grinning all the same. "Haven't seen you around much lately. What're you up to today?"

"Oh, you know, just…stuff." He looked over his shoulder to see where Mr. Todd had gotten to.

He hadn't gone far, and he had stopped and waited for Gerard, and that was nice enough, but his expression was steely. Apparently he didn't like waiting.

"What kinda stuff?" Tom asked, making Gerard look at him again by running his fingertips down his jaw.

"Just, stuff." Gerard replied tensely, pushing Tom's hand away from his face. "I have to go." He added before walking away with a wave of his hand.

As he neared him, Gerard noticed that Sweeney wasn't actually glaring at him, but at Tom.

"Who was he?" He asked immediately as he and Gerard started walking again.

"A friend, nothing more. No I'm not interested in him, yes I flirted with him, no I don't have any intention of getting involved with him and yes I am a little bit sorry." Gerard replied very firmly, and rather quickly.

The barber made a non-committal noise in his throat.

"Oh come on, don't be a misery. You're no fun when you're sulking." Gerard pleaded.

Sweeney stopped and stared at him, trying to think of some way to get his own back. He glanced at the floor behind Gerard in thought and a rather large puddle, typical of London, caught his eye. He returned his gaze to Gerard's confused face and smirked at him before lifting one hand to his chest and shoving him backwards.

Gerard let out a startled yelp as he fell into the cold, murky water, catching a few people's attention, and most of the people who had seen laughed, apart from one or two who gave him and Sweeney a strange look, wondering exactly what had happened. Gerard cheeks began to turn pink.

"Sweeney Todd, you, are a horrible, horrible man." He said through clenched teeth as he stood up.

The barber placed his hand on Gerard's shoulder, as if he was going to say something sympathetic.

"Vengeance, my dear boy, get used to it." He said lightly, before walking on.

Gerard followed, rubbing his trousers in the hope that it would dry them at least a little bit. Needless to say, it didn't, and he gave up.

"You need a new jacket don't you?" Sweeney asked, frowning.

"Yeah…why?" Gerard asked curiously.

Surely he wasn't being that nice? Apparently he was, because he had stopped outside a clothes shop and was searching his pockets for wherever he'd put his wallet. Gerard started to argue, but he got a look telling him to stop, and he immediately wanted to stop.

"Look, here's thirty pounds, go and get whatever you feel the need to get."

Gerard blinked in disbelief. "But…but…"

"Do it or I'll hurt you."

It was an empty threat, full of amusement.

"You'd hurt me anyway." Gerard muttered, taking the notes and going into the shop.

While he was in there, the barber contemplated the shop's placement. He was sure this hadn't been a shop before. He frowned, glancing at the name. Asylum. Oh, yes, that's what had been there, and of course he would stop outside a place called Asylum. It was like the entire world was mocking his sanity, or lack thereof.

"Are we going home now?" Gerard asked immediately once he was back outside.

"I suppose so." Sweeney shrugged.

"Alright then." Gerard grinned. "And just so you know…that was a really nice sandwich."

The barber smiled a little bit.

"I told you."