hh_mirror | Owl to Mello

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.

"I was joking, Near," L reassures him, "why don't you tell us how your day has been?"

He smooths an affectionate hand down Matt's back, where the others won't notice, not overtly.

He raises his eyebrows at Mello's reaction (though it's hidden by the goggles still on his forehead).

"Near, chill. We're not going to tie you down and force you to smoke anything."

L's touch soothes him, though. He settles back and shuts his eyes, content to listen to whatever Near decides to tell them.

"It's all right, Mello. I'm not going to smoke any, but it's fine that you did. I don't want to get in the way of your fun."

I reach up tentatively and brush his cheek. "I said I wouldn't make you. But, I do like...I like holding you, when I can. And, if you want to go, I can hold Koopa instead, though you're better." The past couple of weeks have taught me a lot about him and myself. I know he won't leave me. I know I won't push him away. I smile. "I'm happy," I tell them all.

"That's nice," says L, letting his fingers wander up and down Matt's back, still.

"It seems to be going around."

"I'm happy too," Matt decides to inform them all (just in case they were in any doubt).

"Which means, like, either we're all about to burst into song or something really fucked-up is going to happen. Maybe zombies."

He thinks about this, and then starts humming the chorus to 'Wonderwall' under his breath. Because he'd rather sing than get eaten by zombies, kthnx.

"I'm glad he's not a serious rival," Near says, and gives Mello an affectionate hug.

To L, "Should we worry, or are we content that this is drugged paranoia?"

I relax again, letting my arms go loosely around Near before looking over at Matt. "Dude, you sing and I will shoot you."

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