A/N: Sorry, no songs in this chapter. Although some of you like it better that way, I'm sure. lol.
He was surprised to realize how small her body really was. Of course, he'd always known she was shorter than him, but she spent so much of her time slinging around corpses and other heavy objects (such as bags of flour) that when he thought of her physicality in terms of strength, she was obviously anything but frail.
But now, with her pressed against him this way, he could feel how tiny and fragile her body actually was. Despite the fact that she'd been eating better ever since the shop starting bringing in good money, she was still as thin in the waist as she had been on the day he'd first arrived in London as Sweeney Todd.
She'd asked him what he would do without her.
And, he thought to himself, surely she must also be wondering what she would do without me.
Because, as many times as he'd thrown her against the wall or into the chair and pressed the razor against her throat, he had always protected her from the threats of other men.
Mrs. Mooney's sons, especially, had taken it upon themselves to harass Mrs. Lovett at every chance they got. They'd never bothered with her before. It was hard to hold a grudge over the nasty rumors she'd spread about their mother's shop when her own shop was doing so poorly. But now that Mrs. Lovett's business was thriving, enough so to actually be considered competition to Mrs. Mooney's shop, the Mooney boys took deep offense to her continued rumor-mongering.
Sweeney sighed. Well, that was that settled, then. Once all was said and done, he couldn't just leave her here to fend for herself. Somehow in their time together, their futures had become inextricably twined.