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第5: esteemed emily #1 (voice)

[The few "letters" Emily has received since graciously offering her services as an advice-giver are, as expected, shit. Hell, two of them aren't even real requests, just her idiot friends being idiots ~~(in the best way, she misses when it was always like this, simple, harmless, fun)~~. The one actually serious one is about as bad as she'd thought she'd get from the hopeless disasters in this cave, so hey. This isn't bad.

Honestly, the hardest part about this is deciding what format to do this in. Finally, on the morning of the 21st, she decides to just get this shit done. At least one idiot out there needs her help. She doesn't want to video this (mostly because she doesn't want to work with the shitty makeup here, come on, she knows what cameras do to you), but text won't convey her message quite well enough, so. Voice it is.]

I'm just going to dive right into this. I got three submissions. I'm going to read them off one at a time and answer each before I go to the next one. These are supposed to be anonymous, so try not to be such assholes that you out someone if you figure out who they are.

Unless they're obviously trolling, which-- well. You'll see.

Here goes.

First up is this fucking gem [heavy is the sarcasm in Esteemed Emily's voice]:

Esteemed Emily,

I have a friend who is a total nerd but in complete denial about it, even though she's getting nerdier by the day and soon may surpass even me in the nerd ways. What should I do to help her accept her true self and her destiny?

Signed,
I'm locking my door so don't bother coming down here

[There's a pause where Emily sighs quietly, but even in the relative silence, it's exceedingly clear how unimpressed she is.] Chris, you're an idiot. You wish I were a nerd, just so you could claim you're cool by association with me. Newsflash: you aren't. Code yourself an app that'll run through some formulas or whatever to help you get the fuck over the fact that you will always and forever be the second nerdiest person I know.

Second, an actual question:

So say an opinionated girl made out with the local teenage girl hater. She's fairly conflicted about the whole thing. What should she do?

-Opinionated Girl

I'm guessing you're a teenage girl, so my first thought is, why the fuck did you make out with someone who hates you? Do you hate yourself too?

[NOBODY can guess who the local teenage girl hater is, right? Jesus fucking Christ.]

Seriously, I don't know what the fuck to tell you. Like, we all make mistakes, [she's thinking about Mike] but... like why are you conflicted here. He hates you. Was he that good that you want to hate makeout and maybe hatefuck? That's up to you, but if it were me, I would punch him in the balls and move on unless he changes his ways. Please fucking love yourself. Or at least be safe, goddamn.

[Another pause for breath. Christ. Dealing with hopeless people is hard.]

Finally, the best of the litter [again with the sarcasm]:

hey em i got this friend who likes giving people advice but im clearly better at giving advice i never steer anyone wrong

how do i take her job

Do I even need to tell you how wrong you are? Idiot. Besides, nobody's stopping you from starting Jolly Josh or whatever. No, you know what? Stick to shitposting. You've got that down to a science.

[Another pause, another sigh, and (if you listen very closely) a very dramatic eyeroll.]

Look, just stop being disasters, all right? There's like five of you that have come to me asking for dating advice already. Just talk to the person you like. If you want to fuck them, ask them. If you want to hold hands, ask them. If you want to just be best goddamn friends with them, ask them.

That's literally it. Stop being morons.

Goddamn.

[End.]

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[When Near answers for him, all of Mello's attention instantly snaps away from L, and if looks could kill, Hope would have his work cut out for him in resurrecting Near. Mello's fingers curl into shaking fists at his side, and there is a palpable tension that takes over his entire body, like a twig bent to the point of snapping.]

Shut. Up. Near.

[Getting even those three words out of his clenched teeth is an ordeal. It should be obvious to both L and Near that this is a particularly raw nerve that's been hit - in other words, yes, things with Ai have become physical, though not to the extent her misfired message had suggested of Mello's relationship with Near.

He can't just ignore this, can't pretend it doesn't bother him, that it doesn't matter. Mello has never been able to abandon his emotions, even when they're this volatile and unwanted. He's never been able to talk his brain into overriding what his heart tells him. Maybe that's why he's never been able to be better than second best.]

[The plot, and the drama, both continue to thicken as certain things come to light and Mello becomes increasingly agitated. L does his best to temper the sigh he's suppressing, make it so he doesn't need to even suppress it, but it's difficult when he's out of his depth, here. Both in dealing with his successors and dealing with the kind of relationship that none of them should, by any rights, have had time for.

Withhold judgment... it isn't as if L exists here as more than a concept to be remembered. Kira doesn't either. Why shouldn't he pursue that, if it's what he really wants?

Of course, phrasing it any way is likely to make it sound like L is judging, with monotone harshness, how unsuited Mello is for the kind of life he was competing for. While it's been five or more years for both Mello and Near, the case, and his own death, are still very fresh in L's memory.]

Mello, there's no reason for you to feel insecure about that kind of relationship in a place like this... aside from the fact that sensitive information leaked, of course, but that's currently beyond all of our control and understanding.

Bonds of a physical and emotional nature are very important to some people, after all.

[Implying that they are not important to L and Near, of course. Even though he doesn't blatantly state it, might not even mean it to come through, it might as well be smeared in neon orange across the walls, or skywritten in plain view of every window.]

[Well, that's one of the most intensely angry looks Mello has ever shot at him. Near wonders vaguely if that had been the way his face had looked when he'd pulled his gun on him back home. It isn't as if Near would know, after all; he hadn't bothered to look up at the time.

[Perhaps he'd miscalculated how ready Mello had been to resume their game if he's gotten as bad as this. Emotions are such tricky things that defy quantifiable measurement and things that Near had long ago distanced himself from. It impedes understanding.

[Still, even with the deadly glare, Near is confident that he's not about to be subjected to any physical harm. So he isn't worried. And he hadn't even intended to cut with his latest words; he'd merely provided the asked-for context.

[Calmly, he sips from his glass. He's got nothing to add, making the determination not to make even any vague corrections. And he agrees with L's statements, even. And the unspoken implications that those kinds of bonds are unimportant to him. Never in his life has Near felt any desire for a physical bond. Only two emotional bonds exist for him. (Sorrow's revival had proved it, that he still feels guilt for what he'd done to Mai when neither of them were themselves.) And he has no intention of letting Mello know that he has an emotional connection to him. He has every reason to expect that knowledge to be used as a weapon.]

[There are many things that Mello wants: love and attention; acceptance; a clearly defined victory; a way out of this conversation. There is an emptiness inside of him that was created by the death of his parents at such a young age, a dark hole that was encouraged to grow by the competitive nature of the Wammy's House environment. He is, fundamentally, a creature of perpetual want, and one of the things he wants most is not to want these things. How much easier would his life be if he didn't care about seeking approval from the two people who are least inclined to give it? How much better could he be if that gnawing ache in the back of his mind didn't exist?]

I'm not bonded with her, all right? It was - a momentary lapse in judgment.

[He sighs loudly and pinches the bridge of his nose, futilely. There will be no stopping this headache, just as there is no doubt in his mind as to the criticism behind the words of what he imagines are supposed to sound like reassurance.]

You think I don't know just how much of mistake it was? Believe me, I do.

[Mello pulls his head up again, folds his arms over his chest, sets his jaw in an angle of defiance.]

Don't worry, I won't make the same mistake the next time I'm dead.

[With any luck, he thinks, it will be the sort of death that is permanent. There are no more mistakes to be made in that case.]

[Near's silent non-reaction allows L's focus to remain on Mello, neutral and nonjudgmental but still somehow damning. Unlike Mello, L doesn't tend to ever look uncomfortable, even when he should by every right. Folding his lanky body into something slight and compact, talking about sensitive topics as though they're the weather, watching other people's pain as though it's just data to be observed and recorded, he's mastered detachment. Not to the extent that he doesn't understand emotions, but certainly to the point where he can shield himself from the ways that they make people weak, prone to "momentary lapses in judgment."

Mello is flawed and imperfect. It's unmissable, even glaring. L recognizes that no true good can come of pointing it out or drawing unnecessary attention to it, instead continuing his line of cool reassurance. After all, if Near and L are both present, both willing to work together, how much do they really need Mello?

If he doesn't rush to his own death with the shame he already feels, that would probably make him do it.]

We all have regrets, but if we live our lives with nothing else, we might as well stop trying. I know you've never been one to stop trying.

[Honest praise, certainly deserved, maybe desperately needed at this time. Sleep-deprived and still failing to find acceptable sustenance, exhausted from his own recent death and resurrection, L reflects detachedly on the fact that he is practically talking Mello down from some kind of ledge. If not a suicidal one, then at least one threatening some drastic and jarring change to an already fragile (but functional) status quo.]

[How did this manage to get so dire? Near supposes it really may have been too soon for him to have played in this fashion. That Mello references his death is a clear enough indication.

[There are a lot of things he could say. "I don't recall saying I had a legitmate problem with what you've done." Or: "You've taken this far too seriously." Or: "I should have waited longer before playing like this." But the first would sound like criticism to Mello's ears, the second truly is criticism, and the third is too close to an apology for it to be believed. Any one of them could tip things in an even worse direction and cause a rift.

[That's something he wants to prevent, not ensure.

[... He might actually have to risk a hit here, let on to the truth a bit. Outright stating the truth is out of the question, too much of a weakness to show. And it would be dismissed as a lie, besides. But a clue may be serviceable. One that could get by L due to a lack of reference point, but Mello can grasp once he's calmed down.

[The only hint of reaction is a slight darkening of his eyes when Mello talks about dying again. He's had quite enough of that shit. He didn't like it when it had happened at home, and he didn't like it when it had happened here.]

It's certainly true that you've always kept playing, even when others wouldn't.

[One could even interpret his final act at home that way, if looked at from a particular angle. But more importantly, there's a subtle reference to the dream in there. Whether the statement can ultimately be ascribed to it or as just a general reference to their lives -- they refer to so many things as games -- can go either way.]

Edited 2016-08-25 03:02 (UTC)

[Mello feels pulled in a number of directions by this increasingly awful conversation, most of which seem to be leading toward an explosion of some kind or another. L's platitudes sound an awful lot like a consolation prize, a you tried but you're still not good enough, and the fact that it's all three of them in the same space at the same time only amplifies Mello's feelings of inadequacy in comparison to the other two. They probably don't need him; Near had done fine on his own while Mello was on the run and then in the City Guard's line of sight, and L - well, what does a dead branch have to offer to the tree from which it grew? He senses this; it's been nagging at him since right after L's arrival.

When L speaks of regrets, Mello almost wants to ask him, demand an answer as to why, if the fact that he's always kept trying is valuable, was it not enough for L? Why wasn't he good enough in L's eyes to follow in his footsteps? The words are right there on his tongue, ready to be spoken, held back only by the gate of his tightly clenched teeth.

But Mello doesn't have the opportunity to ask, because what Near says next immediately pulls Mello's attention away from everything else: all the ways he's stretched thin like a piece of taffy; all the unasked questions stopped up in the back of his throat; all the things at which he continues to fail, over and over again, seemingly without end. You've always kept playing, even when others wouldn't. And Mello may be furious and quickly spiraling out of control, but his mind is still a meticulously-kept archive, and he remembers, quite suddenly, the dream that preceded Near's arrival, and he remembers what dream-Near said: Mello-bot is very good. He plays. The others don't.

L is completely forgotten in this moment, as every shred of Mello's attention refocuses on Near. Mello levels a hard, disbelieving stare at him as the shock of impact from the words Near speaks and what Mello almost doesn't dare to believe that they may very well mean settles over him, twisting his expression out of the furious scowl it's been set in since he came out of his bedroom and into one that mixes equal parts incredulity and astonishment. Mello is no longer a twig bent to the point of breaking, but a cat on high alert, every muscle and tendon attuned and ready to pounce.]

What did you say?

Edited 2016-08-25 14:06 (UTC)

[L would absolutely prefer it if no rift was created, but he is smart enough to realize that not every force of nature is within a man's control, even when he is an exceptional man. There are a lot of things playing out in this situation, and there's nothing for it but to let some of them unfold as they are, without interference or strong-arming in any attempt to force peace or normalcy. Such things, after all, can't actually be forced.

Near's reference sounds odd, even misplaced in the current dialogue; L can only guess it's between the two of them, something that only they would know or understand. A part of him clenches and curls tightly in response, bristling at the idea of a secret kept successfully from him, but another part is numb to it. These people are his successors, but they came after he did. Their time is a different one, an inherited one, and it would be nothing short of wrong for him to demand things he has no right to claim.

He's here, but forgotten. Wavering and pale and tired, he's a dying candle to a much larger and brighter flame that builds and consumes. He could fear it or watch it, and he opts to do the latter.]

[If Near had been able to have his way at home, he and Mello would have worked together; he's sure it would have generated a quicker, more efficient result even with what difficulties lay between them. But like L, Near realizes that some things can't be forced, and he could not make Mello work with him. And so he'd left the door open for it, waited for a situation for Mello to perhaps realize it was in his own best interest. It had to be his idea, or at least seem like it, or he would refuse.

[He's seen Mello being on the point of breaking here in Hadriel, and he'd been making a conscious effort to step back. What he's doing now is more than stepping back. It's potentially exposing a weakness on the chance that it will nudge Mello away from the edge he's standing upon. Because he's never wanted Mello to break. That's never been who he is in Near's mind.

[Near had expected Mello to catch the reference, though not right away given his elevated emotional state. But the abrupt switch in his demeanour, and the ridiculous question leave no doubt that he has. Inconvenient, to be doing this in front of L, but it may be unavoidable now.

[He takes another drink before responding.] I'm not interested in repeating something you've clearly heard. [His posture may be relaxed as ever, but internally, he's on high alert. If the game changes, he needs to be ready for it. But he's not inclined to give any more than he already has.]

[Near says nothing without intent behind it; Mello has no reason to believe his choice of words is anything but carefully calculated, the same way the words that started this entire episode were specifically chosen to provoke a particular reaction. Mello's mouth hangs open as his mind races to catch up with what his heart tells him is true - that there are no coincidences. This is not just idle talk, and while it could be a feint, the fact that Near's words are a direct echo of that dream suggest otherwise.]

But that ... that was weeks before you showed up, how ... ?

[He lets the question hang, unfinished, because it too is unnecessary. Mello has witnessed many impossible things in the relatively short time he's been here, and time is only a matter of perspective. It shouldn't be possible to share dreams in the first place, yet he has experienced that exact thing. Is it so impossible to believe that the gods' reach may have extended beyond the Door as well as to those who were already under its effect? Mello shakes his head at his own question, mouth pursed. The answer is obvious now, in this light.]

You were there. Is that - ? [No, no phrasing it as a question; he knows this, the same way he knew there was a fake notebook.] That's why you wanted to know about my dreams when you got here. Isn't it?

[Wammy's house birthed many tragedies over the years. Fractured childhoods, truncated barely-formed adulthoods, existences bent toward a single purpose... and somehow, there are at least traces of all of it in this interaction here. The successes and failures of Watari's methods are on full, stark, and strange display, and though L himself is largely the root of it all, he's reduced to a spectator in these moments. His world's future silences him, and all he can do is watch Near's composure and Mello's capriciousness go head-to-head. The nature of it feels adversarial, even if the two of them are not intentionally trying to tear down the other.

He expects that Near will explain further, given that both he and Mello seem to be in the dark about something vital at this point. Or is he? It seems like Mello's piecing it together in a way that L lacks the context for.

He's growing annoyed with this "stranger in a strange land" business. In their world, he was dead, but at least he was there long enough to know the ground rules. In Hadriel, his adjustment is proving slow and painful; he sleeps more than he ever has, more than a person should, and takes very long showers. Both experiences approach some semblances of normal, and they ground him; everything else is the worst kind of puzzle, the one that not only resists solving but might be impossible. If a riddle is comprised entirely of non-sequiturs, after all, even the world's greatest mind can't tackle it.

He edges along the wall, treating it like a guide or a lifeline. He doesn't leave immediately, but feels like when he does, he'll be following it's reliable line. Either back to bed, or to drench himself to the point of saturation he was at the time of his death and his arrival here. Somehow, that feels simultaneously unpleasant and right. The latter wins over the former, and so he seeks it out.]

[There's certainly still an adversarial bent to all of this, despite the fact that Near said what he had in order to keep Mello from ripping apart. This isn't safe for Near and thus normally he would avoid it, but he can't have Mello acting like he's two steps from throwing himself off a cliff all the time. Still, there's danger in this move and that means that shields have to go up.

[Especially since Mello is taking steps in the direction of a correct conclusion. Is he still thinking that the dream had been his own and that Near had managed to visit it? Or has he puzzled out that the dream had been Near's and is simply having trouble reconciling the possibility? Near can't be sure just yet.] Why the question? You appear to be doing fine at the moment without any additional input.

[While his primary attention is very much focused on Mello, he does notice L retreating out of the corner of his vision, creeping along the walls as if trying to avoid any notice. Does he feel uncomfortable about being left out of this conversation? Irrelevant? It doesn't matter. Let him feel how he wants, let him slink off if he wants. Near will not attempt to stop him.]

[Mello isn't entirely sure that it matters whether the dream belonged to him or to Near - if they were both actually there, and if what Near said in the dream was true (as it seems to be, based on his non-answers that tell more than the words mean on the surface), that's far more meaningful. Mello has found that dream in particular difficult to reconcile with the others he experienced during that week and a half, an anomaly in the pattern, but he always thought of it as spawning from his subconscious alone, some secret wish fulfillment. But if Near was there ... if it was actually him who said those things and not just Mello's imagination conjuring up a fantasy ...

Well, it changes everything.]

I'm ... I'm good? [Not merely good enough - good, full stop.] That's what you think?

[Near may be talking him away from a metaphorical ledge, but Mello still feels like he's being ripped apart inside. L is, unfortunately, more or less forgotten at this point.]

Did you mean that?

[This is a proverbial tipping point; Mello could easily go either way here, over the edge or backwards from it, depending on what Near's answer is. Neither of them is built for honesty, but Mello has already betrayed just how important this answer is - it's plainly written on his face, carried in the pained, awed tone he can't keep his words from taking on.]

[The tension truly is building; L has always preferred when he's a part of it. It makes him feel alive to be involved in a captivating conflict that he understands fully. In spite of Near's track record for being right, he's not sure that Mello's truly "doing fine", and above everything else, he doesn't think that dreams are logical in the least, or reliable indicators of much at all.

He arrives at his truths after many sleepless nights, more often than in the jumbled remnants of the day's thoughts and worries.

Now, it appears that Mello openly cares about what Near thinks of him, which... at least represents personal development. But to L, it still feels sudden and jarring, given that Mello and Near were still young when he was stricken down in the line of duty. He doesn't leave, but leans against the wall to support his tired frame; he, too, is curious to hear what Near is going to say.]

[Normally, Near would be in agreement about dreams. And dreams as they naturally occur would be easily dismissed as unreliable. But these were not purely the mind cobbling things together after sleep. They'd been inflicted by the gods, showing what frightens or angers them, makes them happy or hopeful at their cores.

[It's a difficult thing to accept when one comes from a world where such things cannot happen, where the supernatural are nothing but stories. They'd all thought that their own was like that, once. Accepting the notebook and the shinigami as fact had been difficult. Not so much the shinigami, in Near's case. He'd already accepted the reality of the notebook by then, and the idea that a shinigami would exist along with it hadn't been so far-fetched. But it had sounded far-fetched, something so ridiculous that a good liar would not use it as a falsehood. And Mello is a good liar.

[L does not yet have the context for how things like this work. Near had spent time before this being thrown from world to world and has been forced to expand his view of what is possible, what is real.

[And that these particular dreams had reflected truth is unfortunately real. He has too much evidence to suggest otherwise.

[He could take it back. He could dismiss it, dangle this bit of hope in front of Mello's eyes and cruelly snatch it away. Saying it had been a lie would destroy him, a sudden and brutal finishing stroke. A crushing defeat visited upon him. Were this anyone else, Near would have given no second thought to doing such a thing. Even now, some part of him is tempted -- not out of malice, but out of self-protection. But this is Mello. Near had deliberately laid the trail of breadcrumbs for him to eventually follow and now he had.

[Perhaps it's time to let him realize that he's finally gotten something he's failed to see for so many years.] What I said is accurate.

[He downs the rest of the water, perhaps taking a bit longer than strictly necessary. The only visible hint of any defensiveness. This is going to change the game.]

Edited 2016-09-01 04:29 (UTC)

[There are often warring desires that dwell within Mello; he is at odds with himself a lot of time, and right now is no exception. He has always wanted Near's approval, acceptance, acknowledgment, just as he's wanted it from L, but now that the coveted brass ring is finally within his grasp, he's hesitant to reach out and take it. This isn't a game change so much as a violent cataclysm, a high-speed car crash, an explosive conflagration - everything will be different after this, whatever the outcome. He will be different.

It feels to Mello very much like time stops, his heart stops, his mind stops - he is suspended in time as Near's affirmation rings in his ears: What I said is accurate. Mello is very good. His thoughts seem slow and sticky like molasses, struggling to process his overloaded heart, then pitching forward in fits and flashes, calling up memories from years past - things Near said to him, cast in a different light in this new context. Mello thinks about the photograph he bullied his way into Near's base of operations to retrieve, the inscription from Near on the back - Dear Mello. He'd thought it a taunt at the time, of course, and assumed that Near had only kept the photograph to use as a bargaining chip against him at some future point, but now he remembers a thought he'd had while talking to Sharon, that first time after he'd shot her: People keep photographs of those with significance.

Mello always thought that Near simply didn't feel things. He'd recognized it five years ago when he abdicated his claim to L's title: Unlike me, Near will calmly and unemotionally solve the puzzle. Intellectually, it's not such a difficult conclusion to reach; every child that was taken in at Wammy's House was emotionally broken in some way, a result of trauma. Some may have been better at hiding it than others, but Mello and Near rested on extreme opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to emotions. Mello cared too much, and Near not at all - that's what Mello always believed, anyway.

Maybe he was wrong. No, not maybe - there's no mistaking the fact that Near has just expressed a positive feeling for him. Mello continues to think about things he's observed here - Near's subtle but visible reaction to learning Mello had been killed, mistaken at the time for disapproval, and asking him about chocolate during Sorrow's revival. Mello never once remembers Near expressing any interest at all in sweets, so it must be a new development ...

The answer seems terribly obvious in hindsight, as Mello pushes this piece into place. Who do they both know who might have influenced such a habit? L, of course, was rumored to have a fondness for sweets (less a rumor and more a fact, as Mello discovered in his sole meeting with his mentor before he'd arrived here), but he'd been dead for years and Near hadn't changed his behavior.

No ... it's much more likely that the taste for chocolate was one Near acquired in the aftermath of Mello's death.

Instantly, it becomes quite clear to Mello that he has been very, very stupid for a terribly long time. This realization dries his mouth, numbs his fingers, shortens his breath. He falls back against the wall, eyes wide to the truth, one hand pressed over his mouth. He feels like screaming, or maybe throwing up; he laughs, weakly, muffled underneath his hand.

He needs to leave. Now.]

Unlock the front door.

[He doesn't look at Near as he issues the order. Mello turns and disappears into his bedroom, re-emerging a minute later while pulling his coat on over one arm, then the other.]

Edited 2016-09-02 03:06 (UTC)

[The dynamic is growing increasingly subversive. In many ways, L would have expected Near to be the one who failed to adapt to the absurdities in Hadriel that he himself is still attempting to wrap his mind around, while Mello takes to them like an outside-the-box-thinking duck to water. Judging from this interaction, though, it's blatantly clear that of the two of them, Mello is having the most overt trouble coming to terms with... well, everything, even after the time he's had to acclimate. Much has happened that L doesn't know about, and in fact can't be expected to in spite of his genius, but he's still gifted at reading people, and his own successors are high on that last in a category all their own.

He watches uncertainly as the simple sentence gets a very noticeable rise and reaction out of Mello, to the point where he demands that Near deactivate some security measure so he can depart. It's abrupt and he can't imagine how many similar interactions they've had since they both arrived here.

He stays silent, keeps his gaze and attention on Near. As he himself is removed from this situation, it stands to reason that the pale, diminutive creature that inherited his legacy controls the outcome. The question is really what he would prefer for Mello to do, and if Mello will recognize it and defy it just because he knows it's what Near wants.]

Edited ("he stays silence" lol ) 2016-09-04 20:27 (UTC)

[Ironically, it's something far more mundane that Mello is having trouble coming to terms with. And that mundane thing is apparently so much more bizarre than the nonsense this place throws at them all. Near is quite sure, in fact, that Mello had adjusted to Hadriel on his own with relatively little trouble. He's good at things like that.

[Near would have had quite a bit more difficulty if he had shown up with no ready safe haven, and no prior experience being drawn into other worlds. His first time with the latter had been hard. But that is a story that L will have to learn later.

[There's a subtle tension in his body as he sets the glass down on the counter, the faintest of frowns pulling at his mouth. That Mello has grasped the truth of how Near regards him is more than clear. And the reaction is suitably dramatic, Near supposes, just as his own is far more reserved. But noticeable, if either Mello or L currently have the inclination or focus to pick up on it.

[Near has kept his fondness of Mello hidden for a reason. The competitive environment of Wammy's House turns the children into predators, pouncing on any weakness to improve their position at the expense of a rival. The idea of plainly admitting an emotional tie to Mello had always struck him as the equivalent of exposing his throat to an animal that wished to tear it out. Having made the admission -- if not quite plainly to anyone but the two of them -- makes Near feel exposed and vulnerable. He wants to curl up, needs time to process how he will handle the situation going forward.

[He is, quite frankly, relieved when Mello demands to be let out.] Very well. [His voice at least is still flat, disaffected in contrast to the unfamiliar tautness of his body as he shuffles out of the kitchen to remove the ward on the front door.]

Edited 2016-09-10 07:09 (UTC)

[Mello yanks the hood of his jacket up over his head and beelines for the front door. He pointedly doesn't make eye contact with either L or Near, certain that they can both already see how hotly his face burns with embarrassment. He offers neither a backwards glance nor a parting word as he makes his exit, the slam of the door behind him the only acknowledgment of his parting.]

[Dark, attentive eyes follow Near, noting the tension he's carrying in his slight frame. Both of his successors are, in a sense, driven by fear, which is a powerful motivator no matter how a person chooses to look at it. It's the kind of fear that humans probably shouldn't have, an aversion to community and cooperation when seeking those things out is, in truth, natural and even necessary for optimal survival.

As Mello storms out, he dismisses the idea of going after him. He recognizes this as a young man with a historic tendency for boiling over spectacularly needing his space. The real question is what Near feels, and if he even knows what he needs to be at peace with this whole situation.]

You're aware that he'll be back. Anger like this has a tendency to burn out quickly.

[Co-operation is something that Near has less of a problem with; he can do that. But community, connecting with others has never much been a skill in his possession, and even when he has it . . . that's potential leverage against him to those who might use it. And neither he nor Mello are above taking advantage of such things if it suits a goal.

[Near isn't any less tense when he returns to the kitchen, doesn't bother looking up at L when he speaks.] I know. I expect it.

[The last time Mello had stormed off, they hadn't seen one another again for years. But that's not realistic here, with only a cave and not a whole world to disappear into. Yes, Near expects him back. But when Mello will be back and what he might do when he returns are not things he can predict with any sufficient level of certainty.]

[Expecting a person to behave in a certain way doesn't make it any less awkward or uncomfortable when they behave like petulant children... but that means a wide range of different things to all three of them in unique and different ways. Near's aloof unaffectedness might be maturity; it might also be an ability to emotionally process things that leaves him at a disadvantage. Either way, L doesn't expect that it's easy, especially given the lingering tension in Near's diminutive body. The fact that he doesn't look at L could mean nothing, but he did before, when they met. It feels significant.]

Even if it didn't, in his particular, stubborn case, I think you can rest assured that he's accepted there isn't anywhere better to go in Hadriel. That applies for the status quo the two of you were maintaining... I think his self-preservation instinct is powerful enough to prevent him from doing anything too rash after some time to decompress.

[Near is as immature as any of them, truthfully. It's what started this specific mess, and any more volatile reactions he ever feels the desire for, he prefers to exercise privately. His action figures had gone without heads for a while after he'd learned of the death Mello had experienced here weeks ago. But nobody knows that save for Near himself.

[Looking at L so intently when they'd met had been the abberation; Near hardly bothers to look at people in general. L had been and still is a special case, in that Near still looks at him more than he does at others. That he doesn't do so now is significant to some degree, but probably not the the extent that L thinks.]

Yes, I'm sure he'll be fine. [At least, that had been the goal behind Near saying what he'd said. To get Mello to stop acting as if he were expendable. Dying had affected him, and Near had laid off for a while so he could pull himself back together. It's effort for no gain if Mello decides to put himself back into position to be broken again. That isn't, and never has been, what Near wants.

[Tch. The 'status quo'. Near has gone and changed all that now. They're going to have to find new footing.] I suspect he may want to speak with me when he returns, but you don't need to trouble yourself with mediating it.

[L quirks a brow, considering the minimalist answers and gleaning what he can from them. Even with very little to work with, if any context at all exists, it's possible to read more into them than their simple face value.]

It's not any trouble. If you suspect that there will be conflict, a mediator could be valuable, especially considering that Mello respects my word.

No, it's fine. [Maybe. Maybe not. Either way, his tone, or lack of it, does not change. But he reaches up unconsciously to start winding a finger into his hair. His hands have been still too long.] I think we can handle the next one without explosions.

[Hairtwirl, hairtwirl.] If either of us feel the need for your input on the matter, we can consult you at our own discretion.

[Mello might later, for all Near knows. He's the one more prone to that sort of thing. If L asks, Near may very well be inclined to answer, but he is unlikely to initiate.]