He had kept his promise. It was supposed to be hypothetical— but it wasn’t. He promised to bring you with him if he ever ran away from the Port Mafia. He decided to follow through with both his hypothetical saying, and his promise.

“I have everything, do you?”

He asked calmly, only holding a bag of a few things inside, majority looking like photographs or documents.

“We must leave soon, I don’t want anyone to be a bother.”

He smiled softly. The same reassuring smile he’d always wear.