[Mello hasn't seen Near this tense in a long time, and only realizes it now that he does. He's twirling his hair in that way that's a conscious attempt at doing it normally, a touch too perfectly regular, which gives away the effort he's putting into seeming calm.
Sitting on the bed was a mistake. Mello's slept since that night, but not well, and not as often as has been his typical schedule. His extra pillow still smells like vanilla--worse, even; it smells like both of them--and Near being only a few feet away now is doing nothing to help Mello keep his mind on getting information.
It's easier when we're touching. It has been since practically the minute I got to Death City. But if I said 'c'mere,' you wouldn't. And if he did say that, he's not sure he'd be able to keep the rest from spilling out, I want to feel allowed to touch you again, want to kiss you, want to press you into the mattress and not care that I want more than you can give me right now.
Those mental walls aren't going anywhere anytime soon. Mello tugs a hand through his hair. At least with Near avoiding looking at him, he can do the same, and stare at the floor.]
You know what I'm going to ask.
[He asks it anyway, to avoid Near exploiting any loopholes in the truth system.]
no subject
Sitting on the bed was a mistake. Mello's slept since that night, but not well, and not as often as has been his typical schedule. His extra pillow still smells like vanilla--worse, even; it smells like both of them--and Near being only a few feet away now is doing nothing to help Mello keep his mind on getting information.
It's easier when we're touching. It has been since practically the minute I got to Death City. But if I said 'c'mere,' you wouldn't. And if he did say that, he's not sure he'd be able to keep the rest from spilling out, I want to feel allowed to touch you again, want to kiss you, want to press you into the mattress and not care that I want more than you can give me right now.
Those mental walls aren't going anywhere anytime soon. Mello tugs a hand through his hair. At least with Near avoiding looking at him, he can do the same, and stare at the floor.]
You know what I'm going to ask.
[He asks it anyway, to avoid Near exploiting any loopholes in the truth system.]
What did you talk about with Genesis?