[No, this isn't an attempt to provoke jealousy from his Bond; Mello knows better. It's pettier than he's willing to go, and besides: he doesn't think it's possible for L to feel jealousy where Mello is concerned. But he's currently more interested in the delicate, new pattern of scales which replace Alex's flesh.]
[Might be the pills, might be because Mello is a curious thing. But it's fascinating; he runs an index over the ridges of one before she ends contact, and — ]
[Mello is alone in the filling tub with water running over him; it does almost nothing to assuage his discomfort. He knows this: he's seen it in someone close to him before. He'll be high, he'll get sick, he'll refuse to eat. Sleep instead. Wake and insist he's fine when his eyes are still glassy and his focus quite off.]
[When he cranes his neck to look at the both of them, his gaze is nearly dead. Reflective of how he remembers L looking at him all of the time, and this isn't the time to feel anything.]
[This is an uncomfortable situation that shouldn't be at all.]
I'm fine.
[How many times has he said it? Never. Once. A million. He doesn't know. He rubs a soaked hand over his face, kicks the shower off with a foot. The water calms, and it will be so easy to get lost in it, really. When does Mello ever really take the time to just stop and breathe?]
I don't need nannies, yea. [He doesn't mean to offend. If anything, he's offended.] You can close the door behind you.
[He trusts that L will treat their guest with decency.]
no subject
[Might be the pills, might be because Mello is a curious thing. But it's fascinating; he runs an index over the ridges of one before she ends contact, and — ]
[Mello is alone in the filling tub with water running over him; it does almost nothing to assuage his discomfort. He knows this: he's seen it in someone close to him before. He'll be high, he'll get sick, he'll refuse to eat. Sleep instead. Wake and insist he's fine when his eyes are still glassy and his focus quite off.]
[When he cranes his neck to look at the both of them, his gaze is nearly dead. Reflective of how he remembers L looking at him all of the time, and this isn't the time to feel anything.]
[This is an uncomfortable situation that shouldn't be at all.]
I'm fine.
[How many times has he said it? Never. Once. A million. He doesn't know. He rubs a soaked hand over his face, kicks the shower off with a foot. The water calms, and it will be so easy to get lost in it, really. When does Mello ever really take the time to just stop and breathe?]
I don't need nannies, yea. [He doesn't mean to offend. If anything, he's offended.] You can close the door behind you.
[He trusts that L will treat their guest with decency.]
I'll be out later.
[When? No clue.]