Legato ate the cinnamon cake. To say the least, it was delicious. He wished that Midvalley had brought him more than one; he was dreadfully hungry.

He slipped out of bed and slipped on something comfortable, a white robe. He tiptoed out. He needed food. His stomach was growling so incredibly loud that it hurt, and he was sure that all the Gung-Ho Guns that resided in the hotel with him would awake upon hearing the atrocious gurgle and approach with their guns thinking it danger.

He went down the hallway quietly, holding his stomach and limping. He wasn't sure if it was his hunger or numbed pain from his Master's session that unsteadied him.

"Legato-sama?"

Legato turned.

"Midvalley..."

"...you okay, sir?"

"Fine. Appallingly hungry. Need to eat."

"You need help?"

"No. I'm fine. Need to eat."

"Come in here, I'll run out and get you something."

Legato paused and then nodded.

"Yes, yes," he said as he made his way into Midvalley's room.

"Just - make yourself comfortable and I'll be right back."

Midvalley left quickly.

He didn't dawdle, either. He returned quickly, carrying a bag full of food. He gave it to Legato, who devoured it hungrily.

As Legato ate, Midvalley reached for his forehead. Legato stopped for a moment, trying to understand what he was doing.

A sudden sting from his head rocked him back.

"Calm down, Legato-sama. You have a nasty cut, I want to clean it before it gets infected."

"It won't," Legato said, about to pull away.

"It will. I sure as Hell don't want you getting gangrene or anything. Can't amputate your head."

Legato scowled for a moment and stuffed a creamy-puff into his mouth.

"Right. Not funny, is it? There, it should be alright," Midvalley said as he pulled away with a tissue covered in what was once dried blood.

He didn't ask what happened.

Legato alleged he already knew.

"Feel better now?"

"I suppose so."

"Good. I'm happy if you're happy," Midvalley said through a tight smile.

Legato searched his face, then his mind.

He didn't quite understand what he found there. Midvalley was complex for being such a mere human, and it wasn't easy to decipher his thoughts.

"What do you want, Midvalley?"

Midvalley waited for a moment, to collect his thoughts, Legato surmised. His thoughts were dreadfully out of order.

"I'm...not sure, Legato-sama. Lots of things, but nothing in particular."

Legato tried reading him again. There was a song playing in Midvalley's head. A song on the saxophone, but none Legato had heard him play. Legato was curious.

Legato tilted his head to one side.

"Well, to get through life, I guess. Isn't that what everyone wants?"

Legato stared at Midvalley for explanation.

"Well, to get through life with as little grief as possible. You know?"

Legato did not know.

"Every man for himself, I guess."

"I want the Master to be happy."

Legato felt a shifting, uneasy pause in the air, as if Midvalley didn't know how to respond.

"The Master...well, yes. But what....do you want?"

"That is what I want."

"I mean, for you."

"For me? What the Master wills of me. You should want the same."

Midvalley stared at Legato uncomfortably. Legato narrowed his eyes. He recognized that feeling.

"Why do you pity me? There is no need to pity me - I am of higher divinity than you. I have the Master's blessing -"

"And his fists."

Legato gripped the sides of the bed on which he sat.

"You shouldn't speak ill of the Master, Midvalley, for He is far beyond your reach."

"I know," Midvalley said, lowering his eyes. Legato's fury ebbed. Maybe...

"Midvalley...sometimes, I...I become jealous. Of the Master's brother, that...blond-headed fool," Legato spat out the words. "And I want the Master to want me the most. I want him to..." Legato hesitated.

"...Love you?"

"...Yes."

Midvalley scooched a little bit closer.

"There's nothing wrong with that. I mean, you are human after all, you have the right -"

Legato struck Midvalley's face with an invisible hand.

"Don't call me that! I will not be called such -"

"I'm sorry, sorry, Jesus, listen! I didn't mean that, it's instinct to say that. I just meant...well, you have feelings, too. You have a right to your own feelings."

"Not hatred towards Him."

"Well, no, but....don't feel too bad. You can't help it."

"No. I can't."

"So don't feel too bad."

Legato rubbed his fingers together. He supposed Midvalley was right. He touched Midvalley's cheek where a bruise was starting.

There was a silence thick and yet comforting. Midvalley closed his eyes under Legato's touch.

"You are a strange one."

"I've been told."

"I do hope you won't mind, I must return to my own room."

"Yeah."

Legato stood silently and looked down at Midvalley, who gazed up at him with indignant eyes. Legato smiled.

He left Midvalley to himself.