#op_event

“If I knew you were going to be so needy and annoying, I wouldn’t have accepted your feelings.”

Those words left you frozen, your words dying down. You had only wanted to bring up how he was making you feel lately. It was as if you weren’t his partner. But he kept brushing you off, making anger course through you, thus the argument. A sadness overwhelmed you and your face cracked from rage to scrunched up from the tears that were welling up. Kid froze as well after glancing at your face and you tried to bring back the rage; you didn’t want him to see how he affected you.

“Then I take them back! You jerk!” Then you were gone.

You kept away from the ship, occupying yourself with the island and all its stores. But no matter how much you window-shopped or filled up with food, Kid’s words still were in your head. There was a pain in your chest as you took a seat by the ocean, away from the ship but still in view so that they didn’t leave you. Not that they would try but you never know, especially after your argument.

The more you thought about your relationship, the more you felt the sickening weight in your chest and the feeling of throwing up. You were the one that confessed, the one that put a label on the relationship, and the one that initiated affection. Had he just been entertaining you? You were truly falling for him and yet… was it all just out of pity? 

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out here? All alone?” A voice purred, getting louder as they approached you. You sighed, keeping your gaze on the waves ahead of you. You didn’t want to deal with these fools approaching you. Can’t you be miserable on your own? You stretched your arm out and flipped them off, making the man and his two friends chuckle. When you heard that they kept their pace, you sighed again and brushed the sand off of your pants as you stood up. “Oh, feisty as well? You’re just my type-”

You turned and lodged your foot into the man’s stomach, sending him flying back between his two friends. You lowered your foot and watched as he rolled in the sand before moving your gaze to his friends. You spotted the way their legs shook so you took a seat instead of taking care of them, wondering if they would leave or you’d have to send them flying too. 

“How dare you! You little- AH!” 

You didn’t turn your head, choosing to rest your chin on your knees as you heard two loud thumps along with the yells of pain. You knew who it was without having to turn around but that didn’t stop the lump from forming once more in your throat. You heard his heavy footsteps in the sand before he sat down next to you. You put your hands in the sand to push yourself up but you felt his human hand wrap around your wrist.

“Don’t.” The grip on your wrist was tight and you only sighed and moved your free hand to wrap it around your knee. His grip loosened on you and you fully hugged your knees again, turning your face away from him. 

He didn’t say anything which annoyed you. You longed to be closer to him so at least your arms were touching but his words from earlier scratched their way back. You couldn’t even bring yourself to be angry again. You just wanted to not feel so hurt anymore. You sighed after a couple of minutes of silence and you sat up, patting the sand off of your legs. Anything to not look at the man.

“I… I meant it back then. I take back… my confession. If my feelings only annoy you, then there’s no reason to continue pretending, right? So… Yeah, I take it back-”

“No, you aren’t.” His voice startled you, especially when his shadow was the only indication that he had moved before his hands held your shoulders. Your wide eyes met his narrowed ones as he now was on his knees to be closer to you. “You’re not taking anything back, idiot.”

Your eyes narrowed now and you put your hands over his to peel them off of you but he only tightened his grip. “You can’t tell me what to do!” The annoying lump in your throat came back and this time your eyes started to burn and fill with tears. “Why don’t you want me to take it back?! I’m annoying and needy to you so what’s the point if I’m the only one that cares about our relationship!”

You couldn’t look into his eyes anymore as you moved your gaze to your lap, tears finally slipping as you choked out on the last word. Even your hands on his loosened to fall on your lap as the sadness overwhelmed you. No matter how much you tried to believe that it was easy to say all this, it hurt. You truly cared for Kid but could you really continue feeling like he didn’t care? Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt his hand on your cheek, the warmth of his skin something that surprised you every time.

“I love you.” He rumbled, making your eyes widen and shoot up to look into his. His face was scrunched up from being flustered with a blush running across his face to his ears. Your breath hitched as your hands trembled. His eyes glanced away before meeting your eyes again. “I… I didn’t mean what I said. You’re not annoying and you’re not clingy.” 

He sighed heavily before dropping his hand so that it wrapped around your waist, his metal arm joining it, hugging you tightly to him. He pressed his forehead to your shoulder and your wide eyes could only look straight ahead towards the water. You tried to keep the tears back but some slipped again as he rumbled against your skin, words that you rarely, if ever, have heard from him.

“I’m sorry… You’re mine so… don’t take it back.” After a moment of silence on your end, his arms tightened around you and he groaned against your shoulder. “Will you say something, brat?”

You turned your head a bit to look at his red hair only to see his ears were red as well. You took a shaky breath before raising your arms to wrap around his neck, no longer feeling your limbs were made of lead. 

“I love you too, Kid… You’re still so mean to me, though…” You murmured. You felt his body relax before he moved his hands to under your thighs so he could lift you. He fell back on his butt and hugged you tighter with you on his lap. His actions made you blush and you squeaked when he pinched your side.

“Answer me faster, idiot. You had me scared for nothing.” He growled but he nuzzled against your neck anyway. You sighed softly but still let yourself relax.

“You have to make it up to me.” You felt a kiss against your skin where your neck and shoulder met as a response before he squeezed you gently.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.’ He sighed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

You took a deep breath. You knew that you would have to bring up your concerns again but you were sure that he would actually listen this time around.

~

Trafalgar Law: He felt like a madman. Running past surviving civilians and allies that he somehow made through the Straw Hats, his eyes flickered from side to side. Where the hell were you?! Law gritted his teeth and he was so tempted to keep running, despite the injuries that ached whenever he took a step. The casualties were still coming in and, even though he knew you were strong, his muscles were cramping from the worry. If you had gotten yourself killed, he’d somehow bring you back from the dead and kill you himself.

The pain in his side was too much at this point and he had to stop in the town’s central plaza to catch his breath and clutch at his side. He closed his eyes as his body and lungs screamed at him to stop but he couldn’t until he knew that you were okay, that you were alive. What would he do without you? He trusted his crew but he trusted you with his life. He wasn’t stupid to his feelings for you but he excused it as he would always have another day to tell you, that you would always be there so he could take his time. What if this time… there wouldn’t be a next time? 

The thought sent a growl through his chest and he took his hand off his side to start running again. He only got a couple of steps in until he heard a weak tune,  like a whistle. He almost fell over from how fast he stopped and turned on his heel. He started running towards the tune, teeth gritting and a numbing sensation went through his body; one that he didn’t know was of fear or relief. Come on, (Y/N), he thought to himself as he rounded a corner, I’m almost there. The whistling, although louder, had become few and far between. He stopped at a crossroad and grit his teeth, shutting his eyes so he could focus. There was no whistle sound for a while, a heavy feeling settled in his abdomen. He could only hear the distant sound of villagers and the cleaning of debris-

His eyes snapped open and, despite the protests of his lungs and side, he did a final sprint. He saw an alleyway and turned the corner, his breath catching in his throat when he finally spotted you. You were leaning against the wall, gripping your arms as you were covered in injuries and the whistle in your fingertips slipped down and hit the ground. You turned your head and your eyes met with his. Despite looking like death, you grinned tiredly at him.

“I knew you’d find me…” He didn’t hesitate another second as he ran to you, catching you before you fell and falling to his knees with you. He was still catching his breath but he moved his hands so it cupped your face, the glare on his expression not hindering you from holding onto the front of his jacket.

“You- Do you know how worried- I thought you were- You little-”

“You’re hurt…” You murmured. He wasn’t sure if you were even listening but the anger of your carelessness wasn’t enough to dull down the undeniable happiness that filled his chest. He let a sigh leave his chest and his hands trembled against your cheeks.

“So are you, idiot.”

Your sleepy smile said it all and it decided for him at that moment. He didn’t want to wait for another day to face what he felt for you when he could lose you at any moment. With your face in his hands, he leaned forward and kissed you, desperate and passionate as the fear from before completely filled him. You had flinched for a moment in shock before pulling him even closer to you by his jacket. Despite the pain through his body from the fight and all the running, he didn’t want to break from you, only separating to catch his breath before going in again to kiss you over and over. You seemed to agree as you returned every single one of his kisses that he placed on you, your tight grip on his jacket keeping him from fully separating from you.

~

Roronoa Zoro: You groaned softly at the feeling of being shaken as you slowly regained consciousness. Your bleary eyes blinked a couple of times before facing Nami, a sheepish smile on her face. You pushed yourself up into a seated position before rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Sorry, (Y/N)-san. But it’s your turn on night watch.” You nodded and smiled at the woman before wrapping your blanket around your shoulders and standing up.

“No problem. Have a good night.” You murmured before stepping out of the room, clicking the door shut behind you as quietly as you could manage. You adjusted the blanket on your shoulders and took a couple of steps before hearing the door. You looked over your shoulder and spotted your boyfriend closing the door again. You blushed at the giddy feeling in your chest that erupted from just seeing him. Zoro yawned before going over to you. At the tilt of your head, he outstretched his hand, glancing to the side. You smiled, slipping your hand in his as your free hand clutched the edges of your blanket together. “You don’t have to join me if you’re still tired.”

He shrugged as he walked down the hall with you to go up to the deck. “I was already awake. I know how much you don’t like night watch anyway.”

You smiled before pulling the blanket even closer so that your feet didn’t tangle against the fabric when you started your ascent to the crow’s nest. He climbed up after you and raised an eyebrow at how you stood before him instead of taking a seat. You motioned for him to sit down first, and he did, before taking the blanket off of yourself to drape over his shoulders. With the moonlight shining in through the windows, you tried and failed to hide your smile at seeing the blush on his cheeks. You sat down next to him and grabbed the edge of the blanket to drape around your own shoulder.

You leaned your head against his shoulder and, since the crow’s nest had windows all around, you weren’t worried about missing any ship if they intended to ambush the Thousand Sunny. You felt his arm around your waist and, with the warmth from both the blanket and your boyfriend, it was hard not to fall asleep right then and there. You felt a soft nudge against your head just as your eyes were starting to droop and you shook your head to wake back up.

“Hey, you’re the one on watch. I should be the one falling asleep.” You could hear the mirth in his deep voice which made you pout and pull back away from his shoulder so you could look at him. Any protest quickly died on your tongue as you noticed how close his face was to yours. 

You weren’t sure who leaned in first or when you closed your eyes, but you felt the pressure of Zoro’s slightly chapped lips on yours and you clutched at the blanket to distract from your racing heart. It was more of an awkward press of lips against each other but, when you cracked your eyes open to look at him after you broke apart, all you could think about is how perfect it was. Your face felt warm but it was nothing compared to the blush on his face. You smiled at seeing it and he only grunted before wrapping both arms around you and ducking his head into your hair.

You giggled and it made him grumble under his breath. You reached your hand up to rest against his arm that was across your shoulders and you rested your cheek against his forearm. You kept your gaze out on the windows, ignoring how warm your face was and how fast your heart was still beating. 

You felt a slight pressure against your head before you felt his weight leaning on you. You almost tilted your head to look at him but then you heard his snores and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You didn’t mind. He was keeping you warm and you were more than happy with being snuggled after your first kiss together.

~

Rob Lucci: He hated it when he was in the wrong. Lucci was a prideful man and he didn’t apologize for anyone. This time, though, he would have to. It had been a couple of days now that he hadn’t heard your voice or felt your skin against his own and he had no one to blame but himself. 

He should have been more understanding. It wasn’t as if what you were asking was unreasonable. It was very reasonable as he was your boyfriend but it just wasn’t his day to deal with it. After endless meetings and scoldings from the higher-ups for his team’s recent mission that didn’t go as smoothly as it should have, he had to face you and your simple request of going to town and spending some time with him. He tried to dismiss you but then you saw his mood and continued to ask him what was wrong. It was too much, even for someone like Lucci. So, in front of his team, he said the words that made the temperature in the room fall a couple of degrees. 

“For once, leave me be and keep your annoying desires to yourself.” 

At the moment, he didn’t care how your eyes widened and your expression fell. He turned back to his team and explained to them the notes that he got from the higher-ups, ignoring your soft voice saying a departure and your footsteps leaving the room. It didn’t occur to him how cruel his words were. Even after he cooled down and you were nowhere in sight. 

You weren’t in your room when he passed by and, when he would catch a glimpse of you, you’d be gone before he could go to you. Even Hattori chirped sadly at the lack of your presence. He had a heaviness in his chest that grew with every day that he didn’t see you or hear your voice. He missed you. Missed the way you would fill the silence when conversing with him, he missed how you would shyly hold his hand before clinging to his arm, he missed being in your presence after a rough day… he just missed you entirely. Fed up with it, he went to Jabra and Kaku, asking if they had seen you.

“(Y/N)-san? I think they went to town with Kalifa.” Kaku’s nod confirmed Jabra’s suspicions and Lucci frowned.

“Why didn’t they ask me?” Jabra’s mouth dropped and even Kaku’s eyebrow rose at his words. “What?”

“Do you… Do you not remember what you said to them a couple of days ago? That was really harsh!” Lucci’s eyes narrowed at Jabra’s exclamation before shifting his eyes away.

“There’s no reason for them to be upset.”

“No reason?! What-?!”

“What Jabra is trying to express is,” Kaku quickly interrupted, glancing at both of them before his gaze fell on Lucci, “regardless of what you think, you hurt them. Why else would they avoid only you?”

He stayed silent at that. He hated that they were right. The only way that he knew about your whereabouts or how you were was from when the others talked about you. He hated admitting that he was in the wrong but this time he was, and it hurt you in the end. He frowned once more before turning on his heel and leaving the two behind, his own words from days ago coming back and taunting him.

-

He didn’t know how long he was sitting on your bed before you finally entered. Your eyes widened when they met his and he felt the heaviness in his chest increase as this was the first time in days that you met eyes with each other and your eyes were just… sad after their initial shock. He saw the way you sighed before leaning back against the door to your room. Your eyes looked away from him to the ground and he hated it. He stood up and took slow steps to you. He noticed how you pressed tighter to the door the closer he got and he stopped. He watched as you shuffled in your spot, a habit that he noticed you developed when you were nervous. Even though he was usually a silent man, the silence between the two of you was unbearable, unnatural even.

“I had heard that you went to town… With Kalifa.”

You nodded but still kept your gaze away from him.

“... I could have joined you.” He murmured, hating how his voice had lowered to such a volume instead of its usual clarity. His words hung in the room and it was as if they had physically crushed you as you seemed to huddle closer to yourself and the door. He didn’t expect that your voice, something he longed for, would crush him with what you said. 

“I didn’t want to annoy you again. It’s all I’ve been doing it seems like.” The way your voice cracked and how you seemed to tremble made him close the gap between the two of you, earning a gasp from you at how fast he was. 

His hands cupped your face and tilted your head up so you met eyes with his. Something broke inside of him at seeing the glossy look in your eyes and how tears were clinging to your eyelashes. You gasped out his name when he leaned closer to look at your tears.

“... I made you upset.” He watched as you bit into your bottom lip and broke eye contact with him. “How many times have I made you cry?”

“L-Lucci…”

“My words have hurt you that much, haven’t they?” A pain unlike anything he’s felt before struck his heart when he saw the tears you had been holding back so desperately slipped down your eyes. Your tears hit his hands and your body trembled as a sob escaped your lips.

“I… never want to be a hindrance to you… I-I…” He had never seen you cry before and he hated that he was the reason as to why you were now. “I just missed you… I didn’t realize that I was annoying-”

“I was wrong.” Your eyes finally met his again and they were wide in shock. “I was completely, utterly wrong. I have no excuse for what I said. No matter how much stress I was under, you did not deserve the way I talked to you. You… You are the person that relieves my stress and I caused you pain. For that, I am sorry, my love.” It was odd for him to spill so much of how he was feeling but with the way your body no longer held tension, he knew that the vulnerability was what you both needed. 

After a moment of silence, your hands lifted and covered his before you took them off of your face, sending a wave of panic through him that he usually doesn’t feel. His heart calmed down when you let his hands go to cover his biceps and pressed your forehead to his chest. Even the slight touch initiated by you, made him realize how much he missed your affection. He didn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you tight to him, pressing his face into your neck. You stiffened at his sudden movement before wrapping your arms around his neck, going as far as standing on the tips of your toes so you were as close as possible.

“I am sorry, my love.” He murmured and he felt you tighten your grip on him. “I will join you on your trips to town and I will spend time with you so you do not feel such sadness again. I will not be as insensitive to your feelings again.” 

Your slight nod made him sigh in relief, especially when he felt your hand in his hair. “Okay… I’ll try not to be annoying again.” Even though there was a bit of mirth in your voice, he let out a grunt and bumped his head against yours.

“Stop.” You giggled and his chest swelled at the sound, bringing you even tighter against him. Your laugh was far better than your tears and he would make sure to not be the source of your distress again.

~

A lover wasn’t in his life plan, let alone marriage. He’s so dead set on becoming pirate king that it takes someone really special to wiggle their way into his life and keep his attention. 

He’s content with just having the title boyfriend as marriage isn’t appealing to him.

He could be with his partner for years and he would make it decades without even thinking of marriage.

The only thing that would get him even remotely interested is if you looked saddened at how fast he said no when someone asked if the two of you would ever get married

He hates seeing you upset but the thought of marriage confuses him. You’re basically life partners without the title so what’s the difference?

Now that the thought was implemented though, he can’t stop thinking about it. When he would look at you, he just thought of calling you his spouse and it gave him a different feeling. 

The first and only time you bring up marriage, questioning his thoughts on it, his response changed from “no” to “maybe.”

Even though he’s now intrigued by the idea, he doesn’t want all the extravagances that come with a wedding. He’s not a suit guy and he’s sure that they can’t stay on an island long enough to plan one.

His “proposal” would be triggered by something domestic. 

Both of you would be sitting on a hotel bed after a rather exhausting trip, appreciating the simple luxury of being off the waves for a while

(He had taken his metal arm off to shower and, even though he was fully capable of washing himself after years of practice, he enjoyed you spoiling him in the shower nonetheless.)

He was in just a pair of pants with his legs crossed on the bed as you sat in front of him in your pajamas, which included one of his shirts and some shorts. He watched as you spoke and dried his hair, not really focusing on your words.

His hair was being softly tousled by your hands and the sensation of that and your presence was enough to send him spiraling. He wouldn’t find someone who gives a damn about him as much as you do and, if you wanted to get married, he can at least do that. That’s when the words “marry me” slipped out of his lips so easily, it was like he hadn’t said the words at all.

It wasn’t a question but it also wasn’t a command. Something in the middle. When you stopped and stared at him, for a second, he felt his nerves go off.

Your lips pressing against his broke him out of his trance and he pulled you flush against him

He’s a pirate so there’s no official paperwork of the marriage. 

The most he does is make the rings. His is just a plain gold band and, while yours is also a band, he makes special designs and markings engraved on the inside and outside instead of having a stone on it.

The crew are the ones that make a party out of it and he won’t say no to a party

It feels different than the other parties. He keeps you close and his gaze keeps falling on the ring that’s on your finger.

His favorite part is the honeymoon, which would be the two of you not leaving his room for any reason other than eating and going to the bathroom.

He’ll sneakily go off route to an island he’s heard of for you and the crew to enjoy a vacation.

“Black Leg” Sanji: “Um… Sanji?” He turned his head at the call of his name and he had to cover his mouth to not laugh at your face. He had learned of a new recipe and you were more than excited to help him with it. He had put you on dough duty while he worked on toppings and sauces. How you got flour on your cheeks and forehead was a mystery to him. 

Your pouting lips almost sent him into a nosebleed attack but he kept his composure as he finally released a chuckle. He grabbed a hand towel and put it under running water before going back over to you. He put one hand on your cheek and used the hand with the towel to wipe at your forehead first. 

“(Y/N)-swan, how did this happen?” He asked, unable to keep the amusement out of his question. Your eyes closed at the pressure of his wiping and he moved his hand to clean the cheek that wasn’t in his hand. One of your eyes opened as the other was being smushed closed.

“The dough was too soft and I couldn’t knead it properly so I was going to use more flour… I didn’t think it would puff out when I opened it.” He laughed as he got the last bit of flour off the apple of your cheek. 

“You were quite eager, huh, (Y/N)-swan?” He grinned as you narrowed your eyes at him. He took his hand back, switching the hand towel so he could clean your other cheek. The other hand took its spot on your clean cheek. The two of you stood in silence as he rubbed at your skin, a soft hum leaving your lips.

He thought you looked adorable like this; wearing an apron, your hair pulled back with pins, and your hands covered in flour. He couldn’t help himself as he pressed the cloth to your cheek fully so he was cupping your face. Your pout fell and a smile lifted your lips as you lifted yourself slightly to bump the tip of your nose against his. He chuckled before tilting your head down so he could press a kiss on your forehead. 

He kept his lips there for a moment longer than when he usually kissed you before he pulled back. His eye met your shining (E/C) ones and he could only smile at your expression. He could feel how your cheeks warmed under his hands as he leaned in a bit closer. He tilted his head slightly and he glanced at your lips before looking back at your eyes. Your breaths intermingled before your eyes closed and he felt his own cheeks heat up. His own eyes closed before he leaned in and pressed his lips gently against yours.

It was more of a brushing of lips but it still took his breath away. He put the hand towel he was still holding on the counter so he could feel your skin instead of the cloth. After a moment longer, he pulled back and looked at your expression, heart racing and smiling as your eyes fluttered open. He felt your hands come up and grip his waist, making his eyes widen and blush to darken as you took a step forward to be closer to him. He could only let a breathless chuckle out when you puckered your lips at him again. He stroked your cheeks with his thumbs before leaning forward and pressing another kiss.

He didn’t care that he might have flour on his clothes from where your hands were or if the crew would have to wait to try out the new recipe. He was ecstatic with this next step of affection that both of you could enjoy.

~

Eustass Kid:

There’s one of two ways that you get together. One is that you confess to him or his jealousy/possessiveness gets in the way and he calls you “his” in the heat of the moment

You won’t think that there was anything different after you get together (see the first fight) so you’ll have to instigate a lot of things that are “couple”-y. If he sees how much it bothers you or after the first fight, he is more conscious of initiating.

He’s in the middle when it comes to PDA. He likes wrapping his arm around you more than holding your hand in the beginning; there’s something intimate about having your hand in his that he’s not entirely comfortable with yet.

Eventually, he gets over it. He even initiates intertwining his fingers with yours. It just takes time with him. 

He’s not used to being vulnerable with someone so he builds walls that may lead to arguments. He sees vulnerability as a weakness so it takes a long time to get through to that mindset and unravel it.

He’s fiercely protective. He wouldn’t have asked you to join his crew if he knew you couldn’t defend yourself but still, you mean everything to him so if something happened, he would go feral.

After some time, you move up right up there with his dream of being pirate king, that’s how much he respects you

He’s blunt and cruel sometimes so you’ll have to communicate with him when he says something that hurts your feelings. More likely than not he doesn’t realize what he says has hurt you unless you start crying or you bring it up.

He tries no to do it again. When he realizes that he did something that you brought up before, he feels bad and will swallow his pride to apologize. Being with him requires a lot of patience, but he does learn after a while

He’s got a quick temper but when you put your hands on his face and meet his eyes he settles down a lot faster. This doesn’t apply if you’re hurt though. The person that pissed him off and hurt you would be dead. There’s no way around that anger. 

He’s still known for his ruthlessness but his crew will tell you that you chill him out.

You’re the type of couple to argue over everything but it’s all fun and games, anyone can see from how you laugh and the ghost of a smile on his face when you argue over stupid things like what you should eat for dinner.

He’s not a dating guy. He’s more of a destination guy. If he hears that an island that the crew landed on has a certain landscape or scenery that is unique, he takes you there.

He’s also more comfortable giving you handmade gifts instead of buying them. It’s not often but he tries to remember important dates for you so he has something ready (usually he forgets though, he doesn’t care for that kind of stuff)

He’ll take you to the top of a waterfall and spend the night there with you instead of heading to the ship when he hears that meteor showers are common in the area.

Once, he woke you up really early and dragged you off the ship just so you could see the sunrise and shine through a town’s clocktower to reveal the stained glass window. 

He accidentally gets himself pent up when it comes to affection because he becomes too focused on his goal so when he does snap out of it, he gets needy. Not vocally though. 

He’ll pull you on his lap and just hug you close, ignoring your teasing remarks and questions.

He’s never realized how touch starved he was until he got with you. Now, when he feels needy or lonely, he’ll just find you. It’s become a silent communication when he shows up and glares until you hug him.

He finds so much comfort in just being in your arms, head rested on your chest and your fingers in his hair. He’s not used to having his walls down so he’s happiest when with you.

Soft and gentle is not in his vocabulary. His love is passionate, overwhelming at times, but he’s so loyal. Someone could literally be throwing themselves at him and, right as he is about to kill them, he’ll see you and immediately go over, sweeping you up. He’s got his eye on two things: the one piece and you. And he’ll find the one piece with you by his side.

~