Of course Law couldn't get inside, although he might have considered the possibility a bit more closely than reasonable. There was a guard post, and there were searchlights, and the tall walls were noticeably lined with barbed wire, and Law wasn't actually superhuman, for all that his love for Roci was.
He could, however, get into the facility systems, which he did the moment he was back in his room.
There was no Donquixote Rocinante on the records. Of course. Doffy wasn't a complete idiot, after all.
But there had to be someone, probably with a common, generic illness requiring heavy sedation. Someone kept in solitary confinement. Someone who came in thirteen years ago.
The Baratie had small, cozy private rooms. This one, apparently, was also soundproof and had a bullet resistant door. Just what kind of jazz club is this, Law silently wondered.
"So Traffy's Important Guy is in the loony bin because his big brother stuffed him there," Luffy summarized.
"Essentially, yes," Law agreed, nursing his whisky.
"So, what are we waiting for? Let's go get him out!" Luffy grinned.
What?..
"Luffy, we don't even have proof that guy is really there," the ever-reasonable Nami said. "We only have Law's wild guesses, and a record with a ‛Joe Corey' name on it."
Zoro just sighed. Law's heart sank.
"Do you even have a plan?" Sanji lazily asked, lighting his cigarette.
"Sure do! We get in, we get out with Traffy's guy!" Luffy beamed, visibly satisfied with himself.
"What kind of plan is that," Law said, feeling hope trickle back. "Why do you even want to help me. It's fucking dangerous, and you are all—"
"You're Luffy's friend," said the ever-reasonable Nami. She was smiling. "We have no choice but to help."
"What Nami said," Sanji agreed. "You're one of us now, and we show up for each other. Deal with it, Traffy."
Zoro just hummed.
"Let's go!" Luffy enthused, and got a cuff on the back of his head from none other than Law himself.
"Listen, I do appreciate your help," he really, really did, "but first we gotta plan this out. When Doffy finds out Roci's gone there will be hell to pay. You don't know how he is. In this city, he's almighty, and…"
"Then we'll just have to get rid of this Doffy," Luffy said.
"Easier said than done!" Law cried, yanking on his hair in sheer frustration.
"Nah. I know someone who knows someone who can make short work of your Doffy."
"Are you talking about your grandfather? I hear he's got connections all over the place," Nami mused.
It was the first time Law saw Luffy look so pale and scared.
"Hell no! If I ask for Gramps' help, I'll have to pay for it!"
"Pay for it? How?" their resident future banker inquired.
"He'll want a family dinner," Luffy gulped. "Me and Gramps, in some fancy-ass place. He'll keep trying to drag me into his company, I'll say no, and then he'll get angry and kick my ass. No thanks, I know someone else who can help."
"‛Company'? What, is your grandfather a businessman?" Law asked.
"Worse. He's the NYCB director."
"The NYC-what?"
"The New York City Ballet," Zoro lazily said.
"What," Law said. "No, wait, what. Did I just hear you right. Luffy's grandfather… wants him to be a ballet dancer? Bahahaha!"
Law laughed so hard it brought tears to his eyes. But when he finally stopped wheezing, he found that no one was laughing with him.
Both Zoro and Sanji were smirking. Nami watched him with a smile, her cheek in her hand.
"It's hard to tell by looking at Luffy, but he really was classically trained," she explained. "His grandfather got him and Ace into the School of American Ballet when they were six, and before that, Garp got Kuzan and the other dancers in his company to train them. Both Luffy and Ace hated it, so they ran away from school as soon as they turned eighteen. They didn't even finish their last year. But apparently both of them were really good at ballet. Hip hop was just their hobby, although they never had much time for it with all the classes. When Luffy dropped out he decided to do hip hop professionally. Ace wanted to travel around the world; I think he's somewhere in Finland now."
"So you can do ballet," Law said incredulously. "Um. Show me something."
"Not inside the Baratie! You still owe me for the chandeliers you smashed last time with your crazy jump spin things!" Sanji cried threateningly.
"Heh, the revoltades are really cool. I've always liked doing them," Luffy grinned.
"Don't! Or go the fuck outside!"
But Luffy didn't do any crazy jump spin things. He just stood up straight and raised his leg up, up, up and sideways — so high it made a straight line with his other leg — and then it went down, down, down, until it was maybe 270° away from its natural position. Luffy wasn't even holding that leg with his hand. In fact, he was casually picking his nose.
"Man, that's creepy," Zoro commented. "How does your butt not tear apart?"
Luffy laughed, still standing on one leg with his other leg god knows where.
"I'm just naturally bendy," he said. "Ace could never do that. But Gramps always says it's no good for the jumps to be this bendy. Your muscles get stretchy rather than strong, and then you can't jump as high, and your ballon isn't as good."
"Your what?" Law said, trying to make sense of the world he lived in.
"Your ballon," Luffy unhelpfully said, bringing his leg back to its rightful place. "It's how floaty your jump is. If you have great ballon, you can make it look like you're levitating. I'll show you!"
"No jumps inside the Baratie!"
But Luffy was already heading for the street, still just in his tank top, for all that it was the middle of March. How the fuck wasn't he cold?
When Law and the others walked out, he was stretching, swinging his hips and doing jumping jacks. Then he pranced in place a little bit.
"Damn, I really need an actual warmup," he complained. "This is going to be shitty. Anyway, look,"
— and he floated.
Law had never seen a leap as beautiful as this, Luffy's legs in a split like strong wings spread wide, every muscle in his arms and torso obviously tightly controlled to achieve maximum aesthetic perfection. But the strangest, most amazing thing was that Luffy really did look — suspended in the air somehow. For just a moment, but this moment was so magical it seemed to go on forever.
"Meh, these moves are so boring," Luffy complained. "Anyway, if you wanna see good ballon, you gotta ask Kuzan to do his grand jeté. That guy can jump! He's, like, Nijinsky level!"
"I thought it's the little jumps that are boring?" Nami smirked.
"The entrechats! Yuck! They're the stupidest! And I had to spend years of my life practicing them! Years, Nami!"
"Hey, Luffy," Law suddenly said. "Can you do the crazy jump spin thing?"
"No prob," Luffy grinned, and flew again, his unreal legs cutting through the air in a spiral like gravity was nothing.
"So you're saying the NYPD commissioner is going to lead an operation against Doffy, take down the Family, and dismantle his network."
"Uh-huh," Kuzan lazily said.
"What," Law said. "How."
"Early Christmas present," Kuzan shrugged. "Monkey here asked me for help. Well, here you go."
"What the actual fuck," Law helplessly said. Nothing was making sense. "Why would the NYPD commissioner help me, of all people."
"My, you're selfish," Kuzan marveled, "of course it's not all about you. I hear your Doffy's been an eyesore for a very long time. Monkey's request just sped it up a bit."
"But how would you know about it? Aren't you a ballet dancer?" Law wondered.
"I know the commissioner," Kuzan coolly said.
"Sakazuki, huh? I hear he's a right beast," Franky thoughtfully said, a cola in his hand.
"You hear correctly," Robin said. "He's — not a very good man. But he'll help, this time."
"We aren't getting you into some deep shit, Kuzan, are we?" Luffy asked considerately.
"No, Monkey. I owe Garp a lot, and you are his grandson. Besides, my partner here also wants me to help you, and she has many ways of making my life a living hell if I don't do what she says," Kuzan said.
Robin just smiled at him. He looked at her, and his lips minutely softened.
"How do you even know that guy anyway?" Franky kept the conversation flowing.
"It's personal," Robin said in a very polite and slightly unnerving tone, and no one dared to ask again.
"But the commissioner can't be all that bad if he's going to help, right?" Chopper asked.
Kuzan was silent for a moment.
"How about I just tell you the exact same thing he told me?" he finally said, and monotonously recited, "That scum thinks too much of himself. Recently, he's been forgetting who really holds the power in this city. Maybe it's time to teach him a lesson."
"Sounds like a right nasty piece of work," Franky insightfully said.
"That he is," Kuzan agreed, sounding as cool as ever. But Law saw his partner move slightly closer, so that the back of her hand touched his. Kuzan said nothing, but his spine gradually started looking a little less stiff.
Law briefly thought about asking Kuzan to do the grand-shitty-something, but ultimately decided against it. The guy was obviously not in the mood.
"But, in a week's time. Isn't that a bit too soon?" Law said dubiously.
"Nah, they'll manage. You better get your intel ready, Traffy. Sakazuki's gonna need everything you can dig up on him."
"I'm not digging up anything on Doffy," Law grinned, like a shark out for blood, "I already have. You want intel, you can have it tomorrow."
"Are you a hacker or something," Luffy marveled, wide-eyed.
Law ruthlessly killed his internal desire to preen.
"I know enough to hand Doffy to the police lock, stock, and barrel."
Damn, he was preening, wasn't he?
"Lovely," Kuzan said, sounding bored. "No need to hurry, though. We have class and a performance tomorrow, so have it ready for about 10pm."
"You're blowing off vital info on Donquixote Doflamingo for the sake of a ballet class?" Law incredulously said.
Kuzan looked at Robin. Robin looked at Kuzan.
"Why yes, we are," they chorused.
"But, it's just ballet," Law cried. "Who the fuck cares about ballet?!"
"Your disrespect astounds me," Robin said, eyeing him like a dead cockroach. Law felt a shiver run down his spine.
"Ha ha ha! Don't mind him, Traffy's just silly," Luffy grinned. You're the one to talk, Law wanted to say. "He just doesn't get it."
"Get what?" Law snapped.
"Your Doffy's just trash," Luffy told him, strangely heavy and serious for once. "He don't mean shit. In a week's time he's going behind bars or six feet under. For Kuzan and Robin here, dancing is their life. It's not your regular job you can just skip or ditch. If you're a ballet dancer, you dance most every day, from dawn till dusk, or your body rusts and you're no good anymore. Kuzan and Robin here are good, because they work hard. They are the best Gramps' company has to offer. Two and a half thousand people are coming to the theater tomorrow just to see them in Apollo, because no one in all of America dances like them. And you want them to spit on that, just for the sake of your Doffy?"
"…I'm not actually that good, Luffy," Robin finally said, her eyes bright with something that looked curiously like tears.
"Yet," Kuzan said. "But you will be soon enough. Well said, Monkey. Traffy," he looked at Law with his impassive eyes, "see you tomorrow night."
The night was heavy and feverish with increasingly more grotesque dreams. All of them featured Doffy eventually killing Law, Luffy, Kuzan, and the rest of the Baratie gang in various infinitely inventive ways.
Roci was there too, sitting on a phantasmagorical blood-red, heart-shaped throne, and watching them from above with a ghostly smile that did not belong on his ever-kind face.
Doffy grinned at Law, a white, blood-spattered smile, and cut Law's chest open with Law's own sternal saw. Law screamed.
Doffy stuck his hand inside Law's chest and ripped out his beating heart, and Law's screams died down to croaky wheezes.
"There you go, my heart," Doffy nonchalantly said. "There's your brat. Did you know he loves you?"
Law shook. He never told Roci, not once. And Roci said those words most every day, ever since that first day in the hospital. Roci always gave his love so generously and freely, and Law couldn't even tell him once.
Roci watched them, the only two people in the world he had a real smile for. His eyes were so blue, and so sad.
"Would you like to see for yourself?" Doffy purred.
And he flung Law's heart to Roci's feet. The heart wetly plopped down on the ground and slid right up to the throne, leaving a bloody trail.
After a night like that, Law needed a bucket of coffee.
He scraped himself back together, dragged his sad carcass out of his bedroom, and hobbled in the general direction of the kitchen. They had the best coffee machines there, and Law was fully intending to take advantage of every single one of those treasures. Alas, the way to the coffee wonderland lay past Doffy's bedroom.
Strangely enough, the door was open. Law couldn't help it; he looked inside.
Doffy was still sleeping, spread-eagle on his belly in the huge bed. Law remembered: bunched sheets, smudged blood, an imprint of a body that wasn't there anymore. He shook with hatred.
Soon, he thought. Just hold on a little longer for me, Roci.
There was a murmur from the bedroom, something that sounded like Spanish. From Roci, Law knew Doffy had loved Spain ever since he and Roci were little kids and their parents took them on a Barcelona vacation. Law heard Doffy talk to his partners in Spanish, as well as Chinese and other languages he couldn't even recognize. But speaking Spanish in his sleep?
Doffy murmured the same thing again, something that sounded vaguely familiar. His left hand searched for something, or someone by his side. Doffy turned his head, opening his strange eyes. It was maybe the second or third time Law even saw him without his ridiculous sunglasses.
Law checked that he was positioned in a way that wouldn't let Doffy see him, just in case. It made no sense; eventually, he'd have to move, and now that Doffy was awake, he'd hear Law's steps anyway. But it was almost an instinct to him now, like Doffy was a predator and Law his cowering prey.
Doffy — stared at someone who wasn't there anymore. He stared and stared; his left hand trembled, and clenched into a fist.
He turned over, wiped his right palm over his face, and sat up straight — and then he was Donquixote Doflamingo again, the man half the country feared.
"Why so shy?" he said. "No need to stand there like that."
Law gulped, and stepped ahead so that Doffy could see him.
"Good morning, Doffy," he said.
"Ah, just the man I wanted to see," Doffy said, delighted. "I hear you got yourself a new crib. What, is the House already too small for our big boy Law?"
Doffy always knew everything. Could Law really pull off that half-baked scheme hinging on a bunhead man with some really strange connections, an idiotic ever-grinning monkey, and two petulant morons who spent all of their time squabbling with each other?
It sounded most improbable, but Law had no other choice.
"I met someone," he said. "It's nothing serious, and I doubt this thing we have going on is going to last, but — I really like him. So I wanted a place of my own, to spend some time with him before I go back to the uni. He lives clean, so I thought it wouldn't be a good idea to bring him to the House."
"A reasonable thought," Doffy approved. "Make sure to be careful with him. His family is big-league, and his grandfather's got connections. He can easily become a problem."
Fuck, Doffy knew everything, didn't he?
"I'll make sure he won't," Law promised.
He already is one, Law thought, finally back on his way to the kitchen and his head full of Luffy's laughter.
Fuck, he was so screwed.
"Here you go," Law said, carefully avoiding Robin's eyes.
Kuzan casually grabbed the USB stick.
"I'll make sure Sakazuki gets it," he promised.
"Listen, um. When you say ‛Doflamingo's network,' do you mean his — affiliates as well?" Law cautiously asked.
"Like whom exactly?" Kuzan neutrally said.
"Like Lucci."
Kuzan laughed, sharp and incredulous.
"What, do you want his head, too? Greedy."
"Not at all. Just curious," Law said, carefully keeping his poker face.
Kuzan gave him a cold, piercing look.
"He won't do it," he said. "He might be an arrogant blabbermouth, but he won't take an order for Doflamingo. He's not in this business for nothing, and anyone with a remotely functioning brain and a minuscule sense of danger knows to stay away from Doflamingo."
"What, Lucci won't but Sakazuki will?" Law demanded.
"Lucci's just hired help, even if he's not half bad. But Sakazuki holds all the keys. If he really, really doesn't like someone, he has no problem taking care of them. If Sakazuki won't take down your Doffy, no one will. Having a backup plan is always wise, but with your current target, you won't find anyone mad enough to shoot at it."
"How do you even know all these things?" Law wondered. Was Kuzan a mafioso ballet dancer? Was there even such a thing as ballet mafia?
Improbable. If there was one, Doffy would know about it, and make sure he led it.
"Who's Lucci?" Chopper curiously asked.
"A concierge services provider," Kuzan said easily.
Law laughed, slightly hysterically. Well, that was one way to put it.
"Oh, by the way," Kuzan said offhandedly, "the place you found, make sure to have it outfitted with security cameras. If Sakazuki's people lose your Doffy — and knowing him, that's not unlikely — he'll want to come after the snitch. It's not that hard to figure out who it is, you know. And you'll have his brother with you, which makes you double the target."
"Already done." There were now cameras in his new rented apartment, and alarm systems, and a safe with a gun or a dozen, all the stuff Law could get. All the stuff that probably wouldn't hold Doffy back for more than several minutes.
"Good. There will be undercover agents watching you two, in case Doflamingo or his people try anything."
"For how long?"
"As long as necessary," Kuzan said.
It felt so surreal, all of it. Doffy being so miraculously careless, Law somehow mysteriously gaining the help and protection of the NYPD — Luffy being a freaking ballet dancer, for fuck's sake. Was it all just a very strange dream?
Fuck it, Law thought, and resolved to live this dream to the fullest, as long as there was even a small chance that it was real.
Still, how the fuck did a ballet dancer know the NYPD commissioner closely enough to facilitate a large-scale operation against the biggest criminal society in the USA? Maybe Luffy's weirdness was indeed potent enough to warp reality.
"How the fuck do you have the detailed operation plan," Law said. This just did not compute. Maybe it really was just a weird dream.
"Well, you gotta plan your own job somehow," Kuzan shrugged. "See you guys," and he casually sauntered away with a wave of his hand.
"How the fuck does he know the commissioner," Law complained. "Anyway. We strike the moment the cops start their operation. Doffy must have planned for the possibility of getting captured, I don't know what directions he gave to the asylum staff. He could have instructed them to kill Roci. He's all about control, that fucker. He could have easily decided that if he couldn't have Roci, no one could."
"But it's his brother," Nami said quietly. "Would he do that to his own brother?"
"That, and worse," Law growled. "Who's going with me?"
"Me, Zoro, Sanji," Luffy grinned. "Franky's driving."
"Doesn't your beautiful charge have a red carpet event scheduled for the date, mosshead?" Sanji lazily said.
"Hmm? Ah, right. How the hell do you know her schedule better than me," Zoro said peevishly. "It's fine, I'll just tell her not to go."
"Bossing around your own employer, Roronoa?" Law dubiously said. Zoro's employer was high profile, enough so that Sanji knew her plans from the society columns.
"She may look like a dumb bitch but she's actually not that bad. I'll tell her I have important stuff to do. She'll understand."
"More importantly, Traffy," Sanji casually said after smacking up Zoro for dissing his employer, "shouldn't you be back in school yet? I thought spring break only lasted a week."
"I took academic leave," Law said glumly. Studying was important, but nothing could possibly be more important than Roci.
When they got out of the Baratie, Law thought Luffy'd make a beeline for his dreaded motorbike, but instead, Luffy seized him by the hand and dragged him — somewhere.
"What the fuck are you doing," Law inquired, not in the mood to deal with more mysteries. "Your damn contraption is right over there."
"Traffy's all tense," Luffy said, his eyes glinting, "that's no good. You gotta unwind somehow. Let's go take a walk!"
The worry was somewhat touching, but Law was in no mood for walks, too.
"How about I show you my new place and you fuck me there," he tiredly offered, "I hear that's good stress relief, too."
"Hmmm. Nice idea," Luffy smiled at him, and really, there was nothing about that smile that should have made Law's heart beat so hard. "But first, a walk!"
Law opened his mouth to protest.
"You argue too much, Traffy," Luffy said, dropping Law's hand and putting his arms around Law, one palm in Law's hair, the other on the small of his back under Law's hoodie. "Stop bitching."
He stood on his tiptoes and kissed Law. He was too much, that guy.
After a breathless eternity, he let him go, and grabbed Law's hand again. Law followed him like Bepo followed Law, however unflattering the comparison.
They walked and walked, absolutely aimlessly, it seemed. Luffy chattered non-stop, his hot hand firm on Law's. The city was brilliant around them, new spring washing the sky a dazzling blue. The wind was playing with their hair, the clouds were chasing each other across the endless sky, the people were clamoring all around them, and Law looked around and marveled.
It felt like he saw the city for the first time, for all that he grew up here. He was walking, and breathing in the sweet freshness of young spring, and falling in love all over again.
They got burgers. They ate burgers. They kissed, the ketchup still on their lips. They walked some more, aimlessly, carelessly, and Law felt drunk on their Starbucks coffee.
Luffy got them that coffee. The names on the cups said "Luffy" and "Traffy." Law sighed. The barista thought it was cute, though.
"How cute is that," she said, "your names rhyme!"
Law drank the coffee, and vindictively threw out the cup.
Suddenly, it got darker. Was it that late already?
A cold drop fell on his face. Law looked up and found a thunderstorm staring him in the face from the sky.
"Oh dear," he said.
Of course he never thought to bring an umbrella.
Besides, he thought Luffy'd be taking him home on his bike, and an umbrella would be no good on a bike anyway.
Another drop fell on his face, and another, and another, and another, falling faster and faster, and then it was suddenly raining cats and dogs, just like that. What the fuck.
Cold jets of water were whipping Law in the face. His hair was already all wet and clinging to his forehead, and his clothes got soaked in what felt like seconds. Damn, and they were having such a good time, too.
"Ooooh, it's raining," Luffy said.
"What an insightful deduction," Law groused.
Then there was hail, too. Thanks, weather. This was brilliant. Just brilliant.
Luffy was laughing, of course.
"Woo-hoo!" he shouted. "This is fun!"
"Nothing about this is fun, Luffy," Law griped. Damn, he should have checked the weather forecast. Oh, there was a café open right across the street. "Come— What are you doing?"
"Dancing!" Luffy grinned, his wet hair in black rivulets around his face and his own soaked hoodie hungrily clinging to his thin, wiry body. "The weather is perfect for dancing!"
And again Luffy was doing something unreal with his body amidst the puddles on the empty street. His hands were all flowy like a river or a song, and he was throwing his legs up in wide winglike splits, feet high over his head, lifting them deliberately slowly, like gravity didn't even exist for him. He was spinning on the wet pavement, a whirlwind of steely grace, making water fly around him like a halo. He flew with that water, and the hail was beating them down but the force in Luffy's jumps was stronger than the hail or the storm, and the very thunder in the sky was the accompaniment to Luffy's leaps. The mastery he had over his body was — inhuman, like his body was rubber instead of flesh and bone, like his balance overruled gravity.
Law just — stood there, at first, providing an appreciative audience for Luffy's leaps. But then Luffy suddenly stopped after a spin, sending a splash of water high up in a crown around his feet — please don't stop, Law wanted to say, — and then, he crooked his finger at Law, the invitation in his smile damningly irresistible.
And Law started moving, like Luffy's eyes and hands were telling him what to do, where to go, how to move. He probably looked ridiculous — he never cared much for dancing, not least because he couldn't dance for shit. But he was dancing right now, with Luffy, and it felt like flying, like soaring high in the stormy sky.
Luffy's body was a gale, and his gaze was lightning.
Law forgot about everything and everyone. There was an unstoppable force in Luffy's body, a searing promise in his eyes, and Law could only watch and marvel.
Then the rain was ending, and Luffy was kissing him, his fingers painfully tight in Law's wet hair, and over the buzzing in his ears Law dimly heard cheering and clapping — did they have an audience? — but there was Luffy right in front of him, flushed and grinning and his, so Law honestly couldn't bring himself to care about any mysterious cheering.
"What was that, though?" Law asked, finally warm after a long hot shower and a nice cup of black tea, Bepo a fluffy ball snug at his feet. "The way you danced definitely didn't look like hip hop."
"Hm? No, it was Forsythe," Luffy said, already munching on something he dug out of Law's fridge. Those chipmunk cheeks were just too cute. They made Law weak.
"What the fuck's a Forsythe," Law demanded. Bepo yipped at him, begging for scratchies.
"A choreographer," Luffy answered with his mouth full. "His works are kinda cool. Well, I don't hate them, unlike Petipa's stuffy classical ballets. Forsythe is fun. But I'd rather dance my own choreo — that's why I never went into ballet. I want to be free," he smiled, widely, blindingly, "and ballet is the opposite of freedom. Gramps got so mad, ha ha ha!"
"Why did you dance this — whatever — today, then?" Law wondered.
"Mm. Just felt like it," Luffy grinned. "Did you like it?"
Law was blushing, wasn't he? Now that just wouldn't do.
"It was fun," he admitted. "Listen, Luffy… Why are you even helping me?"
You barely know me. You don't owe me anything. Most of our communication was in bed. So why?
"Silly Traffy. You're my friend," Luffy grinned.
Friend?..
Law's heart sank.
"…A good friend. Sometimes we fuck."
Luffy just watched him, smile wide. Then he came up, sat across Law's lap, and kissed him.
"You think too much, Traffy," he said. "Stop worrying."
And under his hands, Law stopped worrying, stopped doubting, stopped thinking about anything at all.
If you want to see what a revoltade aka the crazy jump spin thing looks like, you can go on YouTube and look up "Daniil Simkin 2019 540/revoltade manege".
To see Luffy's solo in the rain, look up a vid titled "sylvie guillem - in the middle somewhat elevated" by whereami77, and skip to 0:49.
To see Luffy and Traffy's duet, look up "In the middle somewhat elevated Sylvie Guillem Laurent Hilaire" by Kabaiivansko2.
Btw, I imagine Luffy and Law were looking at each other in much the same way Sylvie and Laurent did. Of course Luffy was a lot smilier than Sylvie, but Laurent's face is on point. He even kinda looks like a pale, beardless Law.