"We both said so. A while back, some people from Death City were sent into the future. The twit told me that, in that timeline, we were... partners with benefits."

The euphemism sounded stupid to him, but what was he supposed to say? 'Involved'? That was worse. 'Lovers'? Hell no.

"That future was ten years from now, but. We both admitted we wouldn't mind it, and then we decided it didn't count, because of the truth drugs." That was Mello's problem now: ignoring those two days had made perfect sense when he suggested it, hadn't it? But the more he thought about it, the more insane it seemed to disregard things because they were too true.