“I feel like Rose from Titanic,” he tells you, his arms outstretched as you fixed the sewing pins in the back of his half-finished shirt. He winced as you pricked him, but he knew better than to complain while you were working your magic. “The things I do for you, cara.”

He closed his eyes, his troubles remedied instantly as you pressed a kiss against his cheek. He smiled. “Sweet thing.”

Halloween was your shared favorite holiday. While binging on candy was enjoyable, trick-or-treating wass undeniably the best. He enjoyed walking around and socializing (and, of course, showing off the handiwork of his lovely partner),, while you enjoyed the costume making. Mannequins were too stiff to make the intricate details, and Terzo looked so much better when his clothes were tailored to him, so he became your mannequin and pincushion for a few hours at a time.

He caught your hand in his as you went to pin his sleeve together. Although you looked like you were about to kill him for making you drop your thread, he continued to hold onto you, bringing your hand to his belt line with a teasing smirk before he brought it to his face to kiss it. He smiled against your skin, and it was hard to stay angry at him for long. “What exactly are you making me into, topo?”