This was nice. Mello looked at Matt and smiled; an intimate expression almost no one else had ever seen. When it was just the two of them, he could relax, be more himself. Lower the facade he'd worn so much it was nearly part of him, but not quite. Matt known him when he was a kid; he might not know everything, but he knew the real Mello more than anyone else.
"You'd better not. That was shit." Matt had been there, right behind him and then... gone. Like he'd never been. Except for the memories and all the stuff he'd left behind, the crap still here because he'd kept it just in case he came back from wherever. Which it seemed he had, or something like it. Mello went back to toying with Matt's hair, but he felt better, though he wasn't sure the other Matt meant to leave. Maybe he had; he'd been fucking scared. But he didn't think so.
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"You'd better not. That was shit." Matt had been there, right behind him and then... gone. Like he'd never been. Except for the memories and all the stuff he'd left behind, the crap still here because he'd kept it just in case he came back from wherever. Which it seemed he had, or something like it. Mello went back to toying with Matt's hair, but he felt better, though he wasn't sure the other Matt meant to leave. Maybe he had; he'd been fucking scared. But he didn't think so.
"Didn't you promise me a massage?"