Love and Joe were toxic behind doors - slashing those that got too close to the truth or got into their safe space.

Though, now they had a reliable reason to do such a thing: for their child.

“Hey, eat something.” Love spoke, gently patting her child’s head as she walked passed the kitchen table.

Joe was sitting at the kitchen table as well, munching on his dinner while keeping a close eye on the child.

“If you eat - you can have ice cream or go to the store you love.”