Toby stood with Mrs. Lovett outside the shop. He sighed heavily. "I should've known Mr. Todd wouldn't help me," he grumbled.

Having regained her composure, Mrs. Lovett rubbed Toby's back. "I tried to tell you that, love," she murmured. "No excuse for him being so rude to you, though."

Toby sighed again. "Mum, can't you give me a vague idea of what love is? Please. Just your own definition. It doesn't have to be anything fancy."

Now it was Mrs. Lovett who sighed. "Toby I…well, I'll try."

Toby watched as she thought about it. They were standing out there for several minutes before she spoke again. "Love is…it's different for everyone. People do very bad things when they're in love."

Toby got the feeling she was apologizing for something.

"Love is sometimes painful and sometimes infuriating. It's wonderful and it's…terrible," she finished lamely.

Toby looked confused. "Is it grand, though?" He asked.

Mrs. Lovett shrugged. "You'll have to decide that for yourself, dearie. It's late. You best be getting off to bed." She gently kissed his forehead.

"Aren't you coming down, too?" He asked. Mrs. Lovett shook her head.

"I need to talk to Mr. Todd about something."

Toby left her standing at the top of the staircase, his head swimming with what she had told him.

Mrs. Lovett's definition of love sounded painful. He thought of the pregnant girl and hoped she hadn't been hurt by the person she loved. It didn't seem likely.

He thought about Mr. Todd and wondered if he really hadn't ever loved anyone. It seemed plausible, but horrible.

When he got back to the pie shop he was extremely frustrated to find the door locked.

"Damn," he muttered. He looked up to Sweeney Todd's barbershop. He didn't want to interrupt what was probably a deep conversation between Mr. Todd and Mrs. Lovett, but what was he supposed to do? Wait until she came back downstairs? It could be hours before that happened. Toby knew that sometimes men took a long time when they were talking to women. Sometimes, Toby would get locked out of Pirelli's place of residence when he was talking with a woman. They would be inside for hours at a time. He'd always hated that. He decided to go upstairs and get the key even though it could be disastrous for his health.

He came up the stairs slowly and quietly, his heart thudding violently. He peered through the tiny window in Sweeney Todd's door and was shocked to see something he had never expected.

Sweeney Todd was holding Mrs. Lovett in his arms. Her hands were pressed up against his chest. They seemed to be dancing, or at least swaying back and forth to a very slow song. Their foreheads were touching, and both of them looked (something similar to) happy.

They seemed to be talking while they did this.

Toby was dumbfounded. He had never seen Mr. Todd look so tender, or gentle, or any combination of the two. And he had never seen Mrs. Lovett look so happy. For a moment, he thought they looked like lovers who had known each other all their lives. Or like a mother and father enjoying a Sunday evening dance.

Toby could see that, for all their abuse of one another, Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett were in love, or something like it.

Suddenly, he understood what it was that Mrs. Lovett had meant. Love was very different for every person. He thought of the pregnant girl and assumed that her love story was very different from Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett's.

"I see," he whispered. "Love is different for everyone, and sometimes is doesn't make any sense, but it is always grand."

Somehow, getting inside didn't seem so important anymore.

Awww…..FLUFFIEST STORY EVER! That was the last chapter, but the story isn't over yet. I still have an epilogue to post (which I'll do later today).

No, it isn't an epilogue in which all killing is forgotten and Sweeney suddenly forgets about Lucy (well actually it kind of is sort of like that second bit. But just a little.).

It's an epilogue that occurs during the fifth chapter. In other words, it's the story of what happened between Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett when they were in the barbershop. It's what caused them to be so lovey-dovey(ish).