Your foul moods are equivalent to a fucking earthquake, and all I can do when you’re experiencing one is hold on to something and grit my teeth until they pass. You’re a category-5 shit-storm on a good day, Franky, but on a bad day? God, on a bad day, I wanna be the thing you take it all out on. When you feel good, I feel like I can take on the world or ignore it for one more second to be with you.
