Greed looked into the mirror. He had just finished brushing his teeth and got ready for bed.
He stood there for a moment, idly. He raised his hand to his cheek and gently placed his hand over where Valentino had. He kept thinking about what had happened in the car. Val was strangely gentle, but then returns to his normal passive aggressive self minutes later. Greed was only getting more and more confused. He could never ask Valentino why he did what he did.
Greed walked past Valentino's room and saw him asleep in bed. He walked to his room and got into bed. He stared up at the ceiling, holding his hands above his face.
But why?
