It had happened again. Bad was sitting alone at the back of the diner, as he always did when this happened, and sipped his coffee while sneaking food to Good. He would wait until he was certain there was no one looking, then he would grab a pancake or slice of bacon and hold it at the back of his head until his brother grabbed it. Good was usually reluctant to eat when this happened, but hunger always won out.

Good got lonely easily, understandably, so Bad did his best to accommodate his social needs. He had been wanting for a relationship, so Bad decided to approach some guy who lingered around him at work often enough and ask him to a date. Today they had been on their second one.

It happened earlier that night; they had been in the park, sitting on a bench. Their date's arm had been draped around Bad's shoulders, but Bad hadn't been paying attention as he usually did when in close proximity others, he had been busy stargazing. He couldn't inside the city, so he took advantage of the opportunity. This leisure was not without consequence, for whatever reason, their date had decided to move his hand to the back of the cops' head and rake his fingers through their hair. Bad jerked away a moment too late, the man had already begun screaming and desperately pulling at his arm to no avail. Quickly, bad batted at the top of his head to make his brother stop and release the man's fingers. The next thing Bad knew his hair was whipping around his head and Good had turned their body around to call after their date, who had already begun running away. The reply he gave still sat heavily on Good's mind, even as he ate and listened to the faint, jazzy tune someone had queued on the juke box.

"Bad… am I just a problem?" Good whimpered.

"Good, what are you talking about?" Bad asked, though he already knew; this wasn't a new conversation.

"He said we were a freak, a monster."

"We are a monster." Bad responded simply.

"But that wasn't it. He was fine with our ears when he thought it was just you. He was fine with just you." Good's voice was cracking slightly, Bad tried to give him a piece of blueberry pancake, but he swatted it away with a lock of hair. "I don't want to eat anything! That's all I ever do! That and cry and complain to you about being lonely and make messes of things!" Good was able to raise his voice for once, the only other people present were staff. Despite this, he lowered it again and spoke more softly. "I didn't even like him that much; I just wanted to feel like someone liked me. No one ever comes near me… I couldn't let him leave. I'm sorry Bad." Good started sniffling.

Bad tried to comfort his brother. "Now don't feel like that, there's nothing to apologize for." Bad pushed away his aviators to rub his eyes while thinking of what to say. "He wasn't anything special anyway; I was planning on breaking it off soon." Bad only half-lied, he really hadn't been interested but he wouldn't have broken up with him unless Good wanted to, the whole thing had been for Good's sake anyway. Most of Bad's social outings were for Good's sake, his loneliness wasn't a new problem, so Bad often participated in relationships he had no interest in. It was normal for him, just as normal as nonchalantly slipping another pancake to the back of his head. "Now will you take it this time?"

"Yes." Good accepted; even if he didn't want it to, food always made him feel even a little bit better. He spoke again after swallowing. "Thank you Bad, really. Not just for the pancakes, I know you didn't like him much, thank you for doing that for me."

Bad waved his hand and slipped his brother some bacon. "You're family, and you deserve to be happy, it's no trouble. We'll just keep trying until someone deserves you."

"Now you sound like Mum." Good said as he munched.

"Oh shut it." He stuffed another slice in Good's mouth, who began to chuckle.

"He'd have to be good enough for you too."