[L could insist on as much, that Mello must sit, just by merit of their Bond alone. Even if it isn't the strongest, hinging firmly on well-greased empathy, he can feel the sudden jolt of nausea, the draw and pull toward loosing all of it on an unsuspecting but capable commode. He stands almost immediately after Mello suggests that they make themselves comfortable, starting after him when he bolts for the bathroom... only to crouch down mid-step, looking slightly green, when Mello starts the taps to mask the sound of his retching.]
Maybe, you should...
[He sounds like he's trying to avoid his own stomach revolting.]
Would it be better, if you went and checked on him? Aren't you his...
[He doesn't know how to suggest that he believes they might have seen each other naked, even engaged in intercourse. He does know that there's a sense of intimacy between them that he couldn't hope to approach.]
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Maybe, you should...
[He sounds like he's trying to avoid his own stomach revolting.]
Would it be better, if you went and checked on him? Aren't you his...
[He doesn't know how to suggest that he believes they might have seen each other naked, even engaged in intercourse. He does know that there's a sense of intimacy between them that he couldn't hope to approach.]