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[coordinated_n]

The past few days have been an odd mix of delight and misery. First the fight with N, then the bath with A, now the healing room with Mello.

Suffice it to say, Near arrives home in desperate need of another slow evening with just the two of them.

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[antiqueatrocity]

There's about twice as many papers adorning the wall as last time, and A is tapping his pencil against the coffee table, chewing on his lower lip--almost frustrated with himself and the half-scribbled paper in front of him. (So much for getting out more)

The door opening distracts him before he can really get irked though, glancing over to Near with a small blink.

I'm here.

[coordinated_n]

You know I'm not lying to you, don't you?

[antiqueatrocity]

Blink blink.

What?

[coordinated_n]

You know I love you, and I'm not lying.

[antiqueatrocity]

Of course. Why would I think that?

Still confused.

[coordinated_n]

I don't know. But people apparently do.

[antiqueatrocity]

That's...

He shakes his head.

That's not your fault.

[coordinated_n]

It feels like it.

[antiqueatrocity]

That's because people are assholes.

He stands up.

Do you want to come here?

[coordinated_n]

Please. I'm sorry, second time in a row now, I've-

[antiqueatrocity]

Shh, it's alright.

He moves over, tenatively touching Near's shoulder.

I said I'm always here for you, didn't I?

[coordinated_n]

*Near steps in closer, to hug him.*

And you really mean it. You really do believe in me.

[antiqueatrocity]

Of course. I love you, and I really know that you love me back.

Wrapping his arms around Near's shoulders and pulling him close.

Wh-what happened?

[coordinated_n]

There was one of those rooms- a therapy thing. It made you say what was on your mind.

[antiqueatrocity]

Oh?

Gently prompting.

If you don't want to tell me, that's okay. I'm just worried about you.

[coordinated_n]

He just said I was lying about the whole loving him thing, doing it because I liked toying with him.

I've heard it before, you know?