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Near's seen Mello extremely anxious and upset, even if he hasn't been present for a full-blown panic attack, and he hugs Mello tightly.

"You should take notes. you might be able to get extra credit for Potions."

I nuzzle into Near's neck, brushing my lips against his throat. "I love you," I whisper in Greek.

I turn to Matt and say very solemnly, "I'm not sure the kitchens of all the pasteries in the world could handle L-munchies." And then I giggle.

To Near, I say, "There's a lot of hysterical evidence of great thoughts coming from being wasted." I would have aimed at serious, but I was already giggling.

"God, it's been years." I laugh, resting my cheek on Near's shoulder. "Would you believe I'm snuggly and silly when stoned?" I laugh again.

"I wouldn't have," L admits, settling back more comfortably and resting an arm across Matt's back.

"Mind you, I don't have much experience with illegal drugs. Not willingly, at least."

He's about to reassure L that, except in the extremely unlikely event that they go to a party (that turns out to be incredibly boring) he will not spike any of L's stuff.

But then he meets Mello's eye, and begins snickering.

"Dude. You remember that time in LA? With the guy who -" laughing now, in earnest, gesturing vaguely at his chest, "- and the - with the--"

He can't finish. He's laughing too hard.

Near gives Mello a look of mock-disapproval.

"Do share the tales of your exploits with me. It isn't fair to hold out."

"Oh yeah! Him!" I laugh. "And then there was that thing! You remember, right..."

I turn to Near and kiss his nose. "You had to have been there! It was so awesome!" Hmmm...his lips look tasty. I lean in and lick them and then kiss him. Yep, tasty.

I lean back a little and giggle before nuzzling into his shoulder again.

"You'll tell me when you stop laughing, I hope," says L, gently positioning himself so he's not in kissing range, because two of the four of them are stoned, and this has the potential to descend into just kissing rather quickly.

"God, I don't think I could," Matt says, apparently content to be held without any actual kissing. "It was like... the look on his FACE, and then he said -" laughing again, "- he said, 'oh, yeah?'"

Which is enough to set him off.

Oh dear. L seems to have the right idea; Near doesn't want Mello to get too enthusiastically affectionate.

"What an exciting adventure," he murmurs, trying to maneuver so that he's still got an arm around Mello, but actual kissing would be tricky. "Mello, you've been holding out."

"And, when he found out! Oh, god!" I add laughing.

I feel Near slipping away from me and I turn to him and pout. "I just want to hold you. If I want anything more, I promise I'll take you back to our room." I give him my best pleading face before the giggles take over again.

Their laughter is apparently contagious, L is not stoned but he is now fighting a smile too. It's adorably ridiculous.

"Near, we need inside jokes."

Matt's completely helpless with it now, face pressed into L's shoulder. So L can feel just how hard he's laughing.

He can't even add to the 'story' (such as it is); the most he can do is gasp 'and then - and then' every now and then.

Near's not terribly comforted by Mello's promise to take him back to his room before getting excessively... frisky. He's not even convinced Mello could walk that far.

"We do," he says to L.

"I...oh, gods...yes! And...then...you and he..." I'm helpless to say much of anything else. Gods, it feels so good to laugh. I bury my face in Near's shoulder. Everything's good again.

L arches an eyebrow, and begins to tug fingers through Matt's hair.

"I'm not sure what brought this on, but I do think I know where they got the means."

"Rob's weed," Matt confirms. He's beginning to get a hold of himself, although he still cracks up every now and then.

It also occurs to him that he and L are going to have moments like this: private jokes, private memories. Just for them. It softens his mood considerably, and he tells him - without bothering to lower his voice or switch language,

"I love you, y'know."

The happy-touchy feeling in the room is becoming somewhat uncomfortable.

"Maybe I should leave you to your intoxication."

I look over at Near. "What's wrong?" I ask. I reach up and caress his cheek. It won't be fun anymore if my Near isn't with me. "I...I'm sorry. I'll tell you the story, really. Please? Or, if that's not it...tell me? My Near shouldn't be sad."

"Is he like this with you in private when he's not on drugs?"

Just out of interest.

"Not quite." Smiling indulgently, he lifts Mello's hand and kisses it. "No, I'm not sad. But right now you are very silly, and Matt is very silly, and you would probably have more fun if I was not being intrusively serious."

I blink and then smile. "But, if my Near is gone, then who will I hold? I can't hold Matt, L's got him and I don't want to hold L. If you go, I'd have to follow you so I could hold you." I nod solemnly. At this stage of intoxication, holding is very important. I lean over and whisper in Near's ear, "I used to have a very large Bear that I'd hold. Don't tell." And, then I giggle again.

"Too late," observes L, who's perfectly happy to just hold on to Matt. Whether they stay or go.

"You're convinced you won't partake, Near?" Teasing.

Matt obviously knows about the bear, even if Mello was old enough to vehemently (and a tad violently) deny his attachment to it by the time Matt arrived at Wammy's. He snickers.

"I've still got the pipe, if you want." Seriousface! "I mean, you missed out in Potions and everything."

Mear's starting to develop a deer-in-the-headlights look. "I don't, thank you. I don't feel deprived." And, really, the thought of being that silly doesn't appeal to him. "And Mello, really. You know how much I love you, do we need to be joined at the hip?"

I let my hands fall. "I'm sorry." I don't want anyone else mad at me, not right now. Not now. Later, I can deal with it.

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