[At Mello's sharp, harsh statement, round eyes tighten around the edges, and there's a crack that can be felt through the Bond, an old fault line, one that's healed over and broken open a few times but once, particularly badly, a long time ago.
The ice glazes over, though the old, deep line remains, a starker white against the cold grey surface... ]
I'm not going to argue.
[He sets the coffee down, avoiding Mello's eyes.]
But if you regret this... remember that you chose and insisted on it.
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The ice glazes over, though the old, deep line remains, a starker white against the cold grey surface... ]
I'm not going to argue.
[He sets the coffee down, avoiding Mello's eyes.]
But if you regret this... remember that you chose and insisted on it.