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The Once-ler sighed heavily, brows furrowed as he leaned back against the squishy pillows propped up against the headboard of his bed. Well, the bed he shared with his lover. His gaze strayed briefly to the left side of the bed, where the man slept every night, and reached a hand over, ghosting it across the fabric of the blanket before retracting it and placing it in his lap with his other hand, fingers tangling together. Oncie was asked many times in his life why he put up with Greed-ler. To them, the man dressed in green was nothing but a selfish, greedy, insufferable jerk, that cared for no one but himself. Oncie sometimes agreed. With h