[Near’s mind has never been quiet, either, and neither has it been a nice place to be in throughout all of his life. Unlike his partner, however, the background noise has never been a steady stream of criticism: it’s all data, variables and hypothesis and percentages, gathering up and processing enough information to keep his mind active at all times… except for certain situations that make his thoughts foggy enough to turn some of that noise down.
He gets the feeling that something isn’t quite right around the time Mello ends his shift, so he keeps a close eye on him through the surveillance cameras-- or, more accurately, he stalks him even more closely than normal-- but nothing seems amiss. A headache isn’t that out of the ordinary, either, so Near lets that pass when his partner comes home and takes a painkiller, but the sight of his Meister curled up on the couch like that, holding his head, makes something tighten unpleasantly in his chest, something a lot like sharp worry mixed with fear.
The noise inside his own head increases: he’s reviewing the pathophysiology of headaches as he walks to the couch, his feet moving just a bit too quickly for his normal gait patterns, trying to figure out whether or not he has to seek medical help immediately-- temporomandibular joint dysfunction, non-traumatic intracranial hemorrhage, high blood pressure… bacterial meningitis? Unlikely, the characteristic neck muscle stiffness would make it impossible for him to be in that position, but I should make sure he doesn’t have a fever just in case-- and then he kneels down by the couch, reaching down to place both of his hands over Mello’s, his touch surprisingly gentle.
He’s about to ask him what’s wrong, but peeking into their resonance answers his own question: it’s almost as if he were listening in to thousands of recordings all at once, mind flooded by too much information and completely unable to focus on a single line of thought and process it adequately. It’s overwhelming and painful, and it pisses Mello off, but Near can pick up on something else: it frightens him, too, just a little bit, and that makes the knot in his chest tighten even more.
Near doesn’t know what’s going on-- this isn’t the madness wavelength, and no Meister ability that he knows of can provoke this kind of reaction in others; is it a new device created by the Witches?-- and he doesn’t know what he should do, and he hates not knowing anything, but he hates even more to see Mello like this.
He opens up his mind to his partner, pushing into his side of their resonance just enough to make his soul’s wavelength noticeable over the flood of information, but not enough to impose yet another thing on Mello’s mind; just giving him something to hold on to, if he can do that much.]
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He gets the feeling that something isn’t quite right around the time Mello ends his shift, so he keeps a close eye on him through the surveillance cameras-- or, more accurately, he stalks him even more closely than normal-- but nothing seems amiss. A headache isn’t that out of the ordinary, either, so Near lets that pass when his partner comes home and takes a painkiller, but the sight of his Meister curled up on the couch like that, holding his head, makes something tighten unpleasantly in his chest, something a lot like sharp worry mixed with fear.
The noise inside his own head increases: he’s reviewing the pathophysiology of headaches as he walks to the couch, his feet moving just a bit too quickly for his normal gait patterns, trying to figure out whether or not he has to seek medical help immediately-- temporomandibular joint dysfunction, non-traumatic intracranial hemorrhage, high blood pressure… bacterial meningitis? Unlikely, the characteristic neck muscle stiffness would make it impossible for him to be in that position, but I should make sure he doesn’t have a fever just in case-- and then he kneels down by the couch, reaching down to place both of his hands over Mello’s, his touch surprisingly gentle.
He’s about to ask him what’s wrong, but peeking into their resonance answers his own question: it’s almost as if he were listening in to thousands of recordings all at once, mind flooded by too much information and completely unable to focus on a single line of thought and process it adequately. It’s overwhelming and painful, and it pisses Mello off, but Near can pick up on something else: it frightens him, too, just a little bit, and that makes the knot in his chest tighten even more.
Near doesn’t know what’s going on-- this isn’t the madness wavelength, and no Meister ability that he knows of can provoke this kind of reaction in others; is it a new device created by the Witches?-- and he doesn’t know what he should do, and he hates not knowing anything, but he hates even more to see Mello like this.
He opens up his mind to his partner, pushing into his side of their resonance just enough to make his soul’s wavelength noticeable over the flood of information, but not enough to impose yet another thing on Mello’s mind; just giving him something to hold on to, if he can do that much.]
What can I do to make it better?