[Is this what it feels like? Even by proxy: a hole so deep in his stomach that he feels as though he's trying to fill his insides at every available opportunity, this sensation of coldness over his skin, the pulling — p u l l i n g — in his chest — and it's not even his to feel.]
[Oh, God. What would it feel like if he were to actually lose L? If this is second-hand, Mello doesn't want to know what the real thing feels like.]
[And there should be a sense of victory that comes with this information, shouldn't there? L has one less Bond, Mello has won. But all there is, is despair, pain, the feeling of going in circles with no direction on the horizon.]
Oh, [is all he can muster, because he feels it even stronger once L says it.]
It hurts, yea.
[Yea.]
A lot?
[With that, he hands over his own coffee. Hopefully sweetened enough for L. His mentor needs it more than he does, right now.]
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[Is this what it feels like? Even by proxy: a hole so deep in his stomach that he feels as though he's trying to fill his insides at every available opportunity, this sensation of coldness over his skin, the pulling — p u l l i n g — in his chest — and it's not even his to feel.]
[Oh, God. What would it feel like if he were to actually lose L? If this is second-hand, Mello doesn't want to know what the real thing feels like.]
[And there should be a sense of victory that comes with this information, shouldn't there? L has one less Bond, Mello has won. But all there is, is despair, pain, the feeling of going in circles with no direction on the horizon.]
Oh, [is all he can muster, because he feels it even stronger once L says it.]
It hurts, yea.
[Yea.]
A lot?
[With that, he hands over his own coffee. Hopefully sweetened enough for L. His mentor needs it more than he does, right now.]