A/N: Hi! Paused this to work on Christmas-themed works, but back now! Hope you enjoy.


That night, she and Kyo lie on his couch together, sharing a container of Chinese takeout.

"I get this stuff way too often," he tells her, opening the box and holding it out to her for the first bite. Tohru breaks her chopsticks, absentmindedly noting that they come apart evenly—a first for her, as far as she can remember.

"You don't cook?" she asks. "You're such a good cook, though."

Kyo snorts. "I'm an okay cook. But I'm also really lazy when I get off work."

She chuckles. "That's fair. You do physical work all day." She scoops up a bite of the chicken and noodles in the container. "Mm, you're right, it's good!"

He smiles and snaps his own chopsticks. "I thought you'd like it."

"Speaking of your job, how was work today?"

"Good. There's…" he trails off, cheeks flushing. Tohru stretches her leg out and nudges his knee with her foot.

"There's what?"

"There's this one little girl that comes to class every day—Reina. She reminds me a lot of you."

"A little girl reminds you of me?" she asks, raising an eyebrow and taking a sip of her water. "I don't quite know how to feel about that."

Kyo groans. "Not in a weird way, or as an insult or anything. She looks a lot like you. It just makes me think about...you know…"

She smiles a little, because she does know, then bites her lip to quell it. "No, Kyo-kun, I don't know. You know how dumb I can be. Just tell me."

He chuckles and sets down the take out box, then puts his hands on her waist and tugs her closer. She squeaks in surprise.

"It makes me think about, well...about what our kids might look like someday."

Tohru smiles again, and this time lets it stay until he kisses it off of her.

"You want kids?" she asks once they part.

"Yeah, 'course. I thought you knew that, though." He picks up the food again, then holds the last bite out to her on his chopsticks. She takes it and chews quietly, and he apparently takes her silence as negative, because he blurts suddenly, "Uh, well, I mean, only if you want to, too! If you don't want to have kids, we don't have to. I should have asked you before saying that. A-and, it doesn't have to be right now, of course! We have plenty of time, I just—" He groans again and leans forward, resting his forehead on her knee. "I'm an idiot."

She laughs a little and cards her fingers through his hair in an attempt to soothe him. "Of course I want to have kids with you."

Kyo picks his head back up and meets her eyes. "Really?" he asks, and his voice sounds so timid and hopeful that it makes Tohru's heart ache a little.

She smiles, then reaches out and cups his cheeks in her hands. "I want that more than anything."

Kyo tilts his head to the side, to kiss the inside of her wrist. "Thank you."

She pulls her hands back and draws her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. "I want them to look like you, though," she admits.

"Eh? Why?"

She shoots him a look, because how can she possibly explain that, besides saying, "You're gorgeous as all hell."

"I got made fun of, ya know."

"So did I."

"...Our poor kids," he laments.

She smiles a bit. "Hopefully everyone else's kids will be nicer by then."

"Yeah, maybe."

They're quiet for a minute, Tohru feeling odd. She's warm and tingly, her chest tight but in the best way possible. He wants to have kids with her. He wants them to look like her. Tohru had this conversation with Itsuki—he'd said he wanted kids, too—but she didn't feel this...giddy afterwards. She sneaks a glance at Kyo's profile as he stands up and starts gathering the trash from dinner. It's really amazing, how simply changing the person you're having the conversation with can completely transform the emotion behind it.

When he gets back from the kitchen, Kyo pops the happy bubble surrounding her. "How was work for you?"

"Oh, uh...fine."

He raises an eyebrow and sits back down next to her. He holds open his arms, and she accepts the invitation to curl up against his chest. "What's that mean?" he asks, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She doesn't want to talk about this, not at all. She knows she should, but all that she can force out of her mouth is a lie: "It was just work. The usual."

"Was Itsuki there?"

He can always see through her. Always. How? "No."

"Did anyone else give you trouble?"

"No."

"Tohru."

"I've been avoiding everyone," she admits finally.

"Why? Because of what happened?"

"Mm-hmm." She buries her face against his chest. "Everyone saw. Now I'm worried they'll ask about it."

"And that makes you anxious?"

She nods. Kyo hugs her tighter. "Don't hate me for suggesting this, but...why don't you just get a new job, Tohru? It's not like that's the only realty office in Tokyo. Or you could try something new."

She shakes her head.

"It's not like you'd have a hard time finding something else. You're the hardest working person I know," he continues, and she figures out that he's not really getting it. She knows she'd have no problem finding another job. She's not even particularly attached to the one she has now.

"I know," she whispers. "I…know that I could find another job. But, Kyo."

He sits quietly, waiting for her to continue. And she sits quietly, too, waiting until she figures out how to continue. That's the thing about Kyo—he knows Tohru really well; so well it's almost scary sometimes. And on the off-chance that he doesn't understand what she's thinking or feeling without her saying anything, he wants to learn, wants to figure out how to recognize it for the next time. Usually, it makes her heart warm. But right now, she kind of wishes he'd let it go. It would just be easier that way.

She takes a deep breath. "He—I mean, Itsuki—took a lot from me when we broke up. He stayed in our apartment. A lot of our friends were mutual, and he stayed in touch with them. I just…don't want him to take the job from me, too."

When she'd been thinking about that earlier, Tohru had thought it sounded logical; it had made sense to want to hold onto her job after all the changes she'd already gone through because of Itsuki. But now, saying it out loud and to Kyo, it just sounds stupid and childish. It's not like it's her dream job. Is being petty about it really worth compromising her mental health?

"I get it," he says. She pulls back enough to look up at him. "It makes sense. A lot changed because of him, all at once, too. But, Tohru…you deal with all the bullshit life throws at you so well, I know you'd be fine quitting. I know it's not fair. But holding onto this job might be hurting you more than letting it go would."

Tohru sighs. "How do you always know just what to say?"

He chuckles, then leans down for a kiss. "Whatever, you dork," he mumbles against her lips.

She smiles. "I'll start looking for a new job."

Kyo shakes his head, and she watches him in confusion. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. That was just my suggestion, is all."

"But it was a good suggestion. Sometimes I get so stubborn that I can't see the big picture anymore."

"In that case, I guess it's my job to help you refocus, then."

"Do I have to pay you?" she asks teasingly.

He rolls his eyes and smiles. "Yeah. In kisses."

Tohru laughs lightly and crawls further into his lap. She brings her face close to his, lips just centimeters apart. His gaze flits down to her mouth for a second, but when she speaks, he looks back up to her eyes. "Would you like me to make my first payment right now?"

He nods. "Oh, absolutely."

So they both laugh, and she does.


The next evening, Tohru sighs and lies her head down on the table in front of her. "Kyo-kun…" she groans.

He appears behind her, chuckles, and rubs her shoulders. "What's wrong? Nothing good?"

"Nothing I'm qualified for. I've been at the realty office for two years, and everyone wants three or four years experience."

She turns her head so her cheek is against the table, watching Kyo as he pulls over another chair and leans forward to squint at the screen. His eyesight has gotten poor, she's noticed. When she teased him about it the other day, when he was trying to read text on the TV and failed miserably, he just shook his head and said "Yeah, yeah. The Cat spirit couldn't have left me one good thing. And before you even ask, no, I will not go to the eye doctor." The memory makes her smile a little, a welcome distraction from her current predicament.

"Nah, there's gotta be something," he says.

"There really isn't," she protests. It isn't like her to feel defeated easily, but she can't help it. It seems like she's just going to be stuck at this job for two more years, until she has the right amount of experience; after having just decided she was going to get the hell out of there, that's a discouraging thought. "I'm sorry for taking up so much time on your laptop, too," she adds.

Kyo snorts out a laugh, though he's still mainly focused on scrolling through the job ads on the screen in front of him. "Does it seem like I use it much?"

"I guess not…"

He had literally blown dust off of it when he first got it out of his closet for her to borrow. Tohru has to choke back a cough from just remembering it.

"What about this?" he asks. She picks her head up and looks at what he has pulled up. She skims the ad, hopefulness building back up in her heart the further she gets…until she sees the pay.

"That's way less than I make now."

Kyo nods, and they sigh in unison. He glances at her sidelong, then hums as though contemplating something. Tohru's cheeks pinken.

"What?" she asks.

"I…don't know if you're going to like this suggestion."

She raises an eyebrow, makes a go on motion with her hands, because now she absolutely has to know.

"Master has been busy doing a lot of administrative work around the dojo lately. I know he misses teaching, but Kunimitsu and I would be hopeless at that kinda stuff, so he just does it himself. I could ask him about giving you the job. Only if you want me to, though…"

"Yes, please!" she interjects.

"...I know it might be a little weird to work with your boyfriend, but we probably wouldn't see each other a ton, and he already knows I've been talking to you, so it wouldn't be a huge surprise…wait, yes?"

She nods. "Kyo-kun, that would be wonderful. I'd love to work with you, Master, and Kunimitsu-san."

Kyo runs a hand down his face, which is a shade of red that competes with his hair now. "Yeah, okay. I'll call him later tonight."

She grabs his hand and squeezes. "Thank you!"

Kyo chuckles at her enthusiasm. "It's just a lot of paperwork," he warns her. "Don't build it up to be some fairytale in your head."

Tohru smiles mischievously and brings their locked hands up to her lips, kissing Kyo's knuckles. "It's exactly what I'm doing now, but with a much nicer boss…and a much more handsome coworker," she says playfully.

He laughs and shakes his head. "Don't hit on Kunimitsu, please, no matter how hot he is," he shoots back.

Tohru rolls her eyes dramatically, pulling her hand back. "You ruined it."

He presses a kiss to her temple. "Sorry. How can I make it up to you?"

"Mm…I can think of one way," she says, turning back to him. She leans closer, until their noses are bumping and their lips just barely brushing. She secretly takes a lot of joy in the way his breath hitches and he closes his eyes expectantly.

"Yeah?" he breathes.

"Get me the job."

He groans, kisses her briefly, then laughs as he pulls away. "You're such a tease."

Tohru shrugs, feigning innocence.

"Since that's the only way to get back on your good side, guess I'll text him now." Tohru watches as he taps out a message on his phone, then they both wait quietly until it buzzes to announce a response. "Well, that was a very enthusiastic yes."

Tohru's eyes light up. "Really?"

"Yeah. He says you can start whenever your two-weeks' notice is up at this job."

"I'll put it in when I go on Tuesday."

"Perfect."

"Perfect," she murmurs back. Her life can't get any more perfect than it has been lately, it seems. It's all a lot to try and wrap her head around.

"So," Kyo says, "now that that's settled, let's do something fun. It's Friday night."

"We're too old to do anything fun on Fridays," she says, closing his laptop.

He shakes his head at her and takes her hand, pulling her up into a standing position with him. "We're 20. We just started being allowed to do fun things on Friday nights."

She raises an eyebrow. "What, you want to, like…go to a club?"

He shrugs. "Just out somewhere, at least. Do you like clubbing?"

She has to bite back a laugh. That's a word she'd never expect to hear come out of introverted, traditionally-grumpy Kyo Sohma's mouth. She clears her throat. "I've only been once, on Uo-chan's 20th."

"Did you have fun?"

She shrugs. "Dancing was fun. The drinking was eh."

"Wanna go be the only two sober people in a dance club, then?" he asks.

"Uh…"

"I've never been."

"I wouldn't think you'd ever want to," she points out. He's already in the genkan, putting his shoes on, though.

"Eh, well…maybe I'm feeling adventurous."

"Adventurous?" she repeats, tone skeptical, but she's at his side now, slipping into her own shoes.

He groans dramatically. "Just let me take you out to celebrate."

"I'm happy to go, Kyo-kun, but we could just celebrate here," she points out.

"We never do anything like this. Let's give it a try."

She's a little wary about this, but just gives in, laughing and shaking her head. "Okay, okay."

He kisses her cheek as he stands back up. He can obviously sense her confusion, and he clears his throat awkwardly, clearly contemplating how to explain. "Now that I'm not cursed anymore, I can do normal boyfriend stuff with you," he says hesitantly.

Oh.

Tohru stands back up, too, and puts her arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. "That's very sweet of you, Kyo-kun."

"Eh…it's kind of selfish too, really, isn't it?" he mumbles.

"I don't mind that," she assures him. "But also…aren't clubs where single people go to find hookups? Are they really a date spot?"

"O-oh, uh…are they? Good point."

She takes a step back and pulls his front door open.

"Well, as long as you come home with me tonight, I don't mind going."

He chuckles as he follows her out. "There's no one else I'd rather go home with."

When they make it to a ward of Tokyo with lots of bars and clubs, they realize very quickly that they're both entirely out of their element. The street is bright and noisy, lines of people standing on the sides waiting to get into clubs with music so loud Tohru's sure it could make you deaf if you stay long enough. They end up selecting one at random and hop in line for it. Inside, they mill around by the door for a bit, until the growing crowd pushes them farther in.

"I think I'm actually gonna get a drink," Tohru calls over the music. That seems like the only way to deal with such chaos. Kyo nods. At least the Cat didn't take his good hearing upon its departure, apparently.

"I'll wait here."

So she makes her way to the bar, taking advantage of her slender frame to slip between people with ease. But there's quite a line once she gets to the bar, and she contemplates just getting out of it and going back to Kyo. She glances over her shoulder to where he's waiting, hoping to check up on him, and her eyes widen when she sees a random girl trying to hang all over him.

And even though she should be mad, she can't help but laugh a little bit. Because Kyo is the exact picture of disgust that any girl would want her boyfriend to be at another woman's advances. The girl turns her back to him, leaning back against his chest. He stumbles back a step at the unexpected contact, then lifts his hands. Instead of touching her, though, he makes a frustrated face and flexes his fingers in the air, as if he really just doesn't know how to get rid of her in a way that won't look bad.

Tohru thinks, for a moment, about what Itsuki might have done in this situation. He would have scanned the room, looking for Tohru. If she were looking, he would have put his hands low on the woman's hips and moved her away. If she weren't looking…well, Tohru doesn't even want to know what he'd do then.

She blinks herself out of her thoughts. Her chest aches.

Kyo is so good. She's so lucky.

She lifts a hand into a wave, getting Kyo's attention. His expression relaxes at the sight of her, but his face also goes completely red. "Help," he mouths, then just smiles and shakes his head in exasperation when she shrugs.

She forfeits her spot in line and heads over there, though. She puts on her toughest face and slips her hand into Kyo's. She raises an eyebrow at the girl. "Can my fiancè or I help you with something?"

The girl immediately stands up straight, pushing herself away from Kyo. "Your…n-no, um, I'm so…" She waves her hands in front of her face, flustered, and stumbles off mid-sentence.

Tohru sighs. Kyo pulls her in and kisses her temple before lowering his lips to her ear. "Fiancè?" he murmurs.

Tohru stiffens. "O-oh, my gosh, I—it just slipped out. I'm so sorry," she rambles. She'd just been thinking about Itsuki; it had clearly thrown her off.

Kyo stands back up straight, and she looks up at him. His cheeks are bright, but he's grinning. "Not gonna lie…I kinda liked the sound of that." He looks away, then, like he can't quite bear to maintain eye contact while he says it.

"Oh," she says dumbly.

"This was a horrible idea. Do you wanna dance, or are you ready to get out of here?"

"I'm ready. I'm the one who told you we're too old to do fun things," she says, smiling, and lets him take her hand to pull her out of the club. Outside, they both take a deep breath.

"I thought we were gonna die in there," he says, and they laugh together. Then, his expression suddenly hardens. "Wait…Tohru, I would never cheat on you," he blurts.

She stops laughing and raises an eyebrow at him. "Huh?"

"That girl…I didn't try to initiate anything at all, I swear. She's not even my type, which doesn't matter, I guess, but I just—"

She cuts him off by standing up on her tiptoes and kissing him sweetly. "I know," she says simply when she pulls away.

"Good," he sighs.

"Although I am interested in knowing what your type is now, though," she teases.

"You."

"...What?"

"You're my type."

Tohru smiles and turns her face away, not wanting him to see the way she tears up a little. She sniffles once and looks back at him. "You know what I think we should do?" she asks.

"I don't know, but it can't be any worse than my suggestion."

She giggles. "I think we should get ice cream and go back home—err, to your place." She bites her tongue, angry with herself for her second major slip up tonight. What's wrong with her?

But he just smiles and links their hands together. "Sounds good. Let's get ice cream and go back home."

Home.

Will that be home someday? Will that be where they end up for a while, once it's been longer and they've moved in together? Her place is bigger, more functional. But she finds that to be an afterthought, something she doesn't even care about in the slightest. What matters is that someday she'll get to share a home with him.

She locks their fingers together and smiles up at him as they start walking.

"What kind of ice cream?" he asks.

"Mmm…I feel like peppermint."

He crunches up his nose. "Peppermint? Tohru, it's March."

She giggles at his expression. "So?"

"So, isn't peppermint a Christmas thing? Who in their right mind would want peppermint ice cream right now?"

"Me!"

Kyo chuckles and glances over at her, eyes glinting. "Well, I did say 'in their right mind,' so I guess that makes sense."

She gapes in fake offense, smacking his bicep. "So rude."

"Sorry, sorry," he laughs. He squeezes her hand.

They manage to find her peppermint ice cream somehow, along with a tub of cookie dough for Kyo, and they eat it in front of the TV together. It's a much better celebration than any club would have been.

The next morning, Tohru wakes up alone in Kyo's bed. Confused, she sits up quickly. "Kyo-kun?"

"Hey, I'm out here."

She gets up and wanders out into the living room, rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes. Kyo is sitting cross-legged on the couch, the remainder of her peppermint ice cream in a bowl in his hands. She can't help but giggle at the sight.

"What?" he asks, but his smile tells her that he already knows.

"Ice cream for breakfast? And peppermint ice cream, at that?"

"It's not horrible, I guess. And mint's healthy, right? It grows in the ground."

She snorts out a skeptical laugh. "Anyway, you hypocrite, I need to meet Uo-chan for lunch."

"Mm, right, it's Saturday. Want me to take you over there?"

"It's okay. I'll go and come right back."

He nods, and she goes back into his bedroom to get dressed. She's started bringing pajamas and changes of clothes over here lately. As she pulls a skirt out of her overnight bag, she wonders briefly how he would feel if she started just leaving things here every once in a while. Would he just fold it up and put it in a drawer for the next time she comes over, let them accumulate until she has her own drawer? Would he try to give it back instead?

She shakes her head and just gets dressed.

She kisses Kyo on her way out the door and heads to the train station. At the cafe, Uo is sitting in their normal spot. She smiles and waves.

"How do you always get here first?" Tohru asks, sitting down across from her. Tohru's incredibly punctual, always has been—politeness instilled since childhood and untreated anxiety have made sure of that. But somehow, Uo-chan has gotten to the cafe first the last several weeks. She feels guilty for making her wait.

"'Cause I don't have a boyfriend here to shake off of me in the morning," she teases, raising an eyebrow suggestively. Tohru blushes and shakes her head, not even remotely sure how to respond to the teasing. Uo-chan just laughs. "How's that going, by the way?"

There's only one way to answer that. "It's good. Really, really good," Tohru says immediately.

Uo smiles and takes a sip of her water. After swallowing, she says, "Well that was enthusiastic. So he hasn't run away, huh? I'm glad."

But somehow, she doesn't sound exactly glad, and the look on her face turns melancholy. Tohru tilts her head to the side, curious about the sudden change.

"I really am," Uo reassures her. "I just…wish it could have been like this all along, ya know? You've always deserved to feel like this, but you haven't gotten to until now. It sucks. It's not fair."

Tohru's eyes widen in surprise. She's thought about that since she and Kyo started dating, of course—she really does wish it could have been like this all along, too. But in contrast to Uo-chan, she's never quite seen it as unfair. The universe led Kyo back to her when it did for a reason, she's sure.

After all, the universe has taken a lot of things from Tohru Honda in her life, but Kyo is the first thing it's also given back.

She reaches across the table and puts her hand on Uo's. Uo looks up, her own eyes large now, too.

"It's okay, Uo-chan," Tohru says. "It's all okay now." She wishes she could say more than that, but she doesn't know how to put all these feelings into words.

Uo seems okay with that, though; she smiles and says, "Okay. I'm glad."

Tohru smiles back, giving her friend's hand a squeeze.


The rest of the weekend passes far more quickly than Kyo and Tohru would have preferred. She spends the entire time at his apartment, and they laze around, tangled up in each other until Sunday night when she goes home to let Kyo get ready for the work week ahead.

But no amount of laundry, meal prep, and cleaning can prepare him for what he's greeted with on Monday morning when he walks into the dojo.

Kunimitsu is leaning against the doorframe in front of the practice room, a smile on his face that Kyo can't think of any way to describe but odd. His eyebrows are tugged up with the force of it, and he lets out a low whistle at the sight of Kyo.

"What's up with you?" Kyo asks, nudging his way past him into the practice room. He busies himself with swapping out the dirty towels for clean ones while he waits for an answer. Kunimitsu chuckles.

"I hear Tohru-kun is coming to work with us? Or, should I say, you?"

Kyo's shoulders stiffen. He tries to disguise his tension by throwing a kick into the punching bag in the corner as he passes it. "She's coming here for a job, not for anyone in particular."

"Isn't that a bit odd, considering we haven't seen her in so long?"

Kyo groans, realizing he's fighting a losing battle, and turns around to face Kunimitsu. "You haven't, I guess," he says simply.

Kunimitsu hums. He's always been like a weird, slightly annoying older brother to Kyo, and it's never shown more than it is now. Sometimes he appreciates it, sometimes he doesn't. "You can't tell anyone. Only Master knows."

"Knows what, exactly?"

Kyo shifts his weight from foot to foot, feeling incredibly awkward, and mad at himself for blushing like a little kid and failing so miserably at not losing his cool. "Sounds like you have an idea already."

Kunimitsu smiles, then—a real, normal smile. He claps Kyo on the back. "Congrats, man. It's cool that you two have found your way back together."

"Yeah…thanks." Kyo means it, and tries his best to make his voice match that. It's nice to have the support of three people in the family, now, even if everyone else will want to murder him. "Just please don't tell anyone else in the family. We don't want anyone to know yet."

"Isn't her working here going to look a little suspicious, then?"

Kyo honestly hadn't thought about that. Not many members of the family come by here much anymore, other than Kagura when she wants to come and bug him. What are the odds he could convince Tohru to stay in that storage closet-sized administration room, silently and in the dark, when that happens? Not very good, and he wouldn't want to, anyway.

"Not if Kagura doesn't find out."

"And…you think that won't happen?" Kunimitsu asks, tone skeptical.

Kyo sighs. "I don't really have much of a choice. I'll tell her eventually. I just have to, like…figure everything out first."

"Well, listen. As much as I like to give you shit, I'll help in any way I can, okay?"

Kyo gives him a slight nod and mumbles a "thanks" before leaving the room with his armful of sweaty towels.

"Kyo? You deserve to be happy," Kunimitsu adds.

Kyo freezes for a second. Loving Tohru has taught him a lot of things—how to be kinder, more patient, how to see the good things in the world even when it seems like everything is falling apart. It also seems to be teaching him now, that not everyone is against him, not even in his dysfunctional, abusive family. He still has allies.

"Thanks. I mean it," Kyo says, then forces himself to keep moving.


As decided, Tohru submits her two-weeks' notice on Tuesday. She wishes she could say she was brave about it, but in reality, she just shoved the letter through the mail slot in her boss's door at exactly 5pm and then ran out of the building. Regardless of how she did it, Kyo tells her he's proud of her.

It seems he's always proud of her, somehow, even when she's not doing her best. Even when she's being immature or petty or stupid, he still kisses her forehead and tells her that she's amazing.

She doesn't understand.

But she loves him for it.

Everything is quiet and normal on Wednesday. Tohru doesn't avoid her coworkers quite as much; she makes some chit-chat around the printer, even shares a portion of her lunch bento with a coworker who forgot hers. Knowing that she'll be out of here soon, never to see these people again, makes the weight Itsuki put on her shoulders a little easier to bear.

On Thursday, Tohru's boss comes up behind her and lays a hand on her shoulder. Tohru jumps and turns around from her computer screen. "Yes, sir?" she squeaks.

"Sorry to scare you, Tohru-kun," he chuckles. Seeing his smile makes her feel all a little guilty for leaving—he's always been decent to her, and she's going to leave him in a bind trying to find a new receptionist. She swallows the emotion down and reminds herself that this isn't about him; it's about her. "I'd like you to send a staff-wide email asking everyone to finish their workday here in the office tomorrow. I have some announcements."

"Yes, right away."

He pats her shoulder in thanks and heads back into his office.

As she taps out the email, it doesn't even occur to her that one of the announcements might have anything to do with her, and that that could possibly be a bad thing.


A/N: Lots of fluff, but I promise it propels the plot anyway lol. Chapter title from "Cannonball" by Damien Rice