The oven hadn't been broken, it was just jammed. It had been doing that for most of the week, so with a quick pull and a loud bang the oven fixed.

"Oh Mista T, I really wish ya'd stop takin' ya anger out on me oven, that's the second time this week." Mrs. Lovett mentioned thinking about how two out of the five times he had fixed her oven that week; he was far more aggressive when he did it the last few times.

Mr. Todd simply just rolled his eyes as he listened to her unnecessary babbling. He then took a rag off of the counter and wiped the ash from his hands.

"Besides, it's not becoming to you." She added, "Or to anyone for that matter."

Noticing his tray on the counter, he spotted the beige teacup resting on a white saucer sitting on the tray.

"Oh," Mrs. Lovett began as she turned around, "that's your tea over there, I made some biscuits, I thought ya might fancy a treat."

Mr. Todd then took his teacup into his hands and slipped it slowly.

Suddenly, Mrs. Lovett heard a familiar sound, someone hitting the ground.

Mrs. Lovett spun around as if on queue and gasped. Mr. Todd was lying on the floor, teacup in hand. She knelt down beside him and at first she thought Mr. Westward put potassium cyanide in his tea or something like that. But then she laughed at her paranoia. Sure the man was a creep but surely he wasn't some killer. Then again here she was staring at a former killer, not to mention herself…

Mrs. Lovett hoped her hypothesis that he had knocked his head on the counter was true. She sighed in both worry and relief when she saw the open wound and a bump on his head; she hadn't realized how sharp the corners of her counters were until now. Thank god he didn't get a concussion.

--

Mr. Todd awoke a few hours later in what appeared to be Mrs. Lovett's parlor to find Mrs. Lovett kneeling down beside him and was dabbing a warm cloth on his forehead.

Mrs. Lovett soon noticed that Mr. Todd was staring at her so she then finished bandaging the open wound on his head and flushed when she noticed her eyes lingering on his for too long.

She smiled sweetly at him, "There we love, ya took quite the hit on the head."

Mr. Todd grumbled what sounded like a "thank you" before stopping him when he attempted to get up.

"Now, now, you need to get some rest." Mrs. Lovett scolded, "You'll feel better in the morning, but for now, sit back and rest your eyes."

In other words, stay down here and don't move. Or I'll knock you out-again.

In the morning? He thought. He didn't want to have to stay down here, he had brooding to do, not to mention he knew she would force him to stay ward, sometimes he wondered why she even cared if he was cold or not. Speaking of which, how did he get here? He then thought she most likely dragged him onto the loveseat. The woman had enough practice of dragging people around he wouldn't be surprised if she shot an elephant and brought it into the house.

Why couldn't she just leave him upstairs to die? But no… she had to bring him food and practically force him to eat and stay healthy. Then again maybe he liked it…

Mrs. Lovett suddenly stood up and was about to head to her room until Mr. Todd grabbed her arm.

He didn't know why he did; it was like a reflex… Did he want something? Say something. He thought. She was staring at him with those glossy brown eyes. Maybe he just wanted company… He didn't know. Say anything. He though to himself again as he noticed that it had probably been a minute and he still hadn't loosened his grip or explain why he even stopped her.

"Don't go." The words practically spilled out of his mouth. Not that! He thought as his words echoed through his mind. Great. He thought. Now she will be down here with him all night.

Mrs. Lovett gave him a worried look and felt his forehead. Did she just hear what she thought she did?

"I mean... It's so early, and you're going to bed already?" He mentioned quickly hoping his words didn't sound as desperate as they did in his head.

"It's almost eleven. And I was going to pop in and get a book to read, I figured you wanted to be alone." Mrs. Lovett replied.

"But I could stay here if ya like." She added, jumping at the chance to be alone with Mr. Todd for an hour or so… Especially since Toby went out and probably wouldn't be back until much later in the evening.

"You can read if you want, you won't be bothering me." Sweeney said as she continued to stare at him.

"Alright." Mrs. Lovett answered after turning and flushing once more. She then went to her room and got the book she was reading.

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Mrs. Lovett found herself in her room. The quiet sounds of footsteps and her door creaking opening seemed to have awoken her.

She sat up when a dark figure appeared to be standing in front of her bed. At first she thought it to be Toby, but this figure was taller and much more sterdy and then she realized it was Sweeney Todd.

"Mista T, what is it?" Mrs. Lovett tired voice asked after rubbing her eyes.

"I love you." The figure replied.