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I slouch against the pillows, relaxing and grab the pipe for another hit. "Write him if you want. He might get a kick out of it."

I stretch my legs out so they're over his. That's what he gets if he's gonna lay down. "I knew I was in love with him because I wanted to be with him and he broke through my defenses, or I let him through, or both. I wanted him to love me, too. It mattered to me that I was on his good side. Still does."

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Matt nods along. He doesn't mind the weight of Mello's legs on top of his own; he's just glad they're back to normal.

"Dunno if I had any... like, defenses. But holy shit, man, I love him. It's fucking weird."

He's reaching to the bedside table for a pen and paper. (Yes, he really is going to write to Near.)

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"It is. I mean, we're all raised to rely on ourselves and on our brains and shit like that, and here comes love and throws that all out the window with emotion and messed up shit like that." Fuck, I'm eloquent when stoned.

"Hey, if you want, tell him he can come over and we'll share. And L, too." I laugh at the thought.

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"Oh, yeah, because you're totally unemotional and collected. Always have been. Only Near's insane passion could burst through those cold walls of intellect."

Matt can't stop snickering, suddenly. He takes another hit and starts writing his note.

"But you're right, man. It's fucked up. Not bad fucked-up, like when your adblock goes to shit and your FPS fucking freezes right in the middle of the boss fight. Just... fucked up."

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I try not to but I start laughing too. "That analogy is fucked up. Adblock going to shit is nothing like your whole system going to shit, ass. And, yeah fine, probably the other way around, but, you get my meaning or do I have to spell it out for you?" I swear, I'll spell at him if he asks for it. The thought makes me snicker.

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"Spell me, man, spell me."

He isn't entirely sure what the fuck they're talking about, but it's funny. So that's alright.

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"M E. A N D Y O U A R E F U C K E D U P B U T T H A T I C O O L B E C A U S E I A M T O O," I spelled for him, and then start laughing.

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"Now you need to do that ten times fast. And backwards."

Mello's laugh is apparently pretty infectious, because before he knows it Matt can't stop laughing either.

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"Fuck off," I laugh. "You try it once!" I snigger and laugh more. I can't believe he actually wrote and sent that note.

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L comes as soon as he gets the note.

Knock knock. He can hear the laughter from the hall.

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"No, fuck you," Matt grins, pulling himself from the bed to answer. He manages to smile even wider when he see who it is. And immediately pulls L into a hug.

"Hey," he says, nuzzling into L's neck.

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"Don't think you're getting out of spelling," I say falling over and laughing. "Howdy, L." I giggle a little, watching them. "I want Near..."

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"Oh my," says L, slipping an arm around Matt and nudging him back into the room, so they can close the door.

"I take it you two got into Rob's product?"

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"Yeah. There's loads left, if you want some."

Matt thinks L should definitely get stoned with them.

"I'm glad you came over. Thanks. And dude -" this to Mello "- you're the one who brought up spelling, not me."

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...Stoned?

Near's not entirely sure what to make of Matt's owl, but in a few minutes he's knocking on his door anyway, because the idea of it makes his eyebrows shoot up.

That, and if Mello really is stoned, it just might be amusing.

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They're all tangled about each other, so I answer the door. "You said I had to spell it backwards ten times, I said I would if you did it once."

I open the door and grin. "Near." I giggle and pull him in the door. "My Near," I murmur, pulling him close.

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"They're stoned," L informs Near, from over Matt's head. He still has a loose hold on him. "Apparently."

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Matt tugs L over towards the bed - just to sit, obviously! - before Near and Mello can claim it.

"Mello is blatantly more stoned than I am. He just giggled."

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"I see." Actually, it was Mello's easy use of endearment in front of L that convinced Near of his intoxicating. "Did you instigate this?" he asks L.

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"No," I giggle. "Matt and me did. He got good stuff from the only guy I'd ever get weed from. You should try it." I pull him him in the room and kick the door closed.

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"I found them like this," L explains, as he settles on the bed, drawing Matt near.

"Whether you partake as well is up to you."

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Matt settles comfortably against L.

"Are you going to?" he asks him, offering the pipe. "It feels nice, but you don't need to. I'm just glad you came."

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Near looks at the three of them skeptically and doesn't quite frown.

"I'm not so sure it's a good idea."

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"It's up to you. It's no worse than alcohol. I'm not gonna make you." I pull him over to the computer chair and sit in it before pulling him into my lap. I nuzzle into his neck. "It's very relaxing." I move my lips so I'm whispering in his ear. "I...had a panic attack. I needed it." I take the opportunity to kiss his ear. I'm not sure if he knew I had them or not.

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