"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.
"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 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."
"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.
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 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.
"I think we aren't worried," L assures Near, "although I will protect you, Matt. Perhaps it is best not to sing though, I don't really think the zombies are coming any time soon, and even if they do, we're in a stone castle."
"Well, if I'm getting protected." He grins and stops humming. (Obviously. Even with a Wammy's education it is difficult to hum and talk at the same time.)
"Dude, Mello, you can't shoot me. My awesome boyfriend will fuck your shit up if you do."
Near smiles at that, because it's awfully cute. "Ah, but he's already suggested you not sing. Wouldn't it be fairer to him if you didn't get shot in the first place?"
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Date: 2008-05-13 11:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-13 11:40 pm (UTC)"I'm not sure what brought this on, but I do think I know where they got the means."
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Date: 2008-05-13 11:57 pm (UTC)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."
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Date: 2008-05-14 12:18 am (UTC)"Maybe I should leave you to your intoxication."
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Date: 2008-05-14 12:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-14 12:30 am (UTC)Just out of interest.
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Date: 2008-05-14 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-14 12:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-14 12:44 am (UTC)"You're convinced you won't partake, Near?" Teasing.
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Date: 2008-05-14 12:49 am (UTC)"I've still got the pipe, if you want." Seriousface! "I mean, you missed out in Potions and everything."
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Date: 2008-05-14 11:33 pm (UTC)He smooths an affectionate hand down Matt's back, where the others won't notice, not overtly.
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Date: 2008-05-14 11:37 pm (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2008-05-15 01:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-16 08:52 pm (UTC)"It seems to be going around."
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Date: 2008-05-16 10:23 pm (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2008-05-16 10:29 pm (UTC)To L, "Should we worry, or are we content that this is drugged paranoia?"
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Date: 2008-05-16 11:58 pm (UTC)"Dude, Mello, you can't shoot me. My awesome boyfriend will fuck your shit up if you do."
And he promptly cracks up again.
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