Gilbert peered into Oz's room as he passed the slightly ajar door. His Master slept peacefully, although he seemed to shiver occasionally. Gil realised that this seemed to be caused by the lack of sheets covering Oz's body. He slept in his shirt and pants, and had obviously not bothered to pull the sheet over himself before falling asleep.

Gilbert pushed the door open slightly wider, allowing himself just enough room to slip inside the dark room. He then quietly made his way over to his Master's bed, pulling the door closed behind him. He clasped the sheets in his hands and gently lay them over the sleeping boy's body.

Oz stirred in his sleep, rolling over so that he was lying on his back, one hand on the pillow beside him and the other one placed across his stomach.

The sound of the boy's soft breathing filled the room. Gil noticed that Oz's lips were slightly parted as he slept. He reached out and placed two fingers gently on them, sitting carefully on the bed as he did so.

Gil noticed how soft Oz's lips were. They were also warm. He traced his fingers across those delicate lips, wondering what it would be like to touch them with his own. Gil shook his head violently He couldn't do that! Oz was his Master, and he couldn't kiss his own Master...right?

Gil moved his hand so that that it was placed on Oz's cheek. He stroked his face tenderly, noticing how fragile the body below him was. Oz seemed so delicate, lying as he was. Gil thought to himself, had Oz always been this way? Had he always seemed so fragile?

Gil brushed the boy's hair from his face before leaning in so that Oz's face was centimetres from his own. He stared at his Master's features once more, placing his hand back on his cheek. He watched as the boy slept, taking in every detail of his perfect complexion.

Finally, he moved his hand and stood up to leave. At that moment he leaned back over Oz and gently pressed his lips to the boy's forehead. Then he turned away, looking back once more before he left, "I love you, Oz."

As the footsteps in the hallway faded, Oz's eyes flickered open and he smiled, placing a hand on his forehead.

"I love you too, Gil..."