Mello situated himself comfortably, eating chocolate and just waiting. He wasn't surprised when Matt came to sit with him; it was inevitable. He buried his hand in the red hair, stroking and playing with it, enjoying the sensation and the proof that yes, Matt was really here. It wasn't just a dream born of loneliness and boredom. And he'd be here when he went to sleep tonight and hopefully when he woke up, too.

"All right." Not that he hadn't already said it was all right, but he felt fucking stupid saying he was glad he wanted to. Mello closed his eyes, remembering. "No. Maybe we could have been but..." They were both too concerned about their image or maybe he hadn't been that into him in the first place or... well, who the hell knew? But as much as he had cared, they hadn't had any trouble keeping their hands off each other before.