[And L always manages to make Mello nothing more than a child at his feet. Putting the fact aside that he can't imagine being so intimate with someone he held in such high esteem, it's even more difficult to believe that L obliged.]
[Were they that bad-off? Was it a last-ditch salvage effort? Mello knows he's one to press, but with L — ]
[The liquor is warm and sweet against his tongue. He lets it sit for a moment before swallowing. Really, there's no proper response.]
And now you're afraid of me.
[Me. Who would've burned the world for you.]
[It's insulting, at best.]
[He finally does shift his eyes away, letting them linger on mundane things. The bartender, the backsplash on the wall, the grains of wood beneath his arm.]
no subject
[Were they that bad-off? Was it a last-ditch salvage effort? Mello knows he's one to press, but with L — ]
[The liquor is warm and sweet against his tongue. He lets it sit for a moment before swallowing. Really, there's no proper response.]
And now you're afraid of me.
[Me. Who would've burned the world for you.]
[It's insulting, at best.]
[He finally does shift his eyes away, letting them linger on mundane things. The bartender, the backsplash on the wall, the grains of wood beneath his arm.]
Suppose it's not worth fixing, yea