memory theatre revisit

[coordinated_n]

*Near knocks on Mello's door, fingers crossed behind his back. He wants him to be home, he has an idea. An idea and a picnic basket.*

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[yourfinaldeeds]

[Mello's sprawled out on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.]

It's open.

[coordinated_n]

*He pokes his head through the door.*

It's me.

[yourfinaldeeds]

Hey.

[He sits up, half-smiling.]

What's going on?

[coordinated_n]

I wondered if you'd like to try something with me.

[yourfinaldeeds]

Yeah, like what? C'mere.

[coordinated_n]

Remember the memory theatre?

*Coming over, crawling up onto the bed.*

[yourfinaldeeds]

Oh. Yeah.

[Slides an arm around Near's shoulders. He wasn't likely to ever forget that.]

What about it?

[coordinated_n]

Would you like to go back and visit it? Optimistically. It might be... it might be nice, in places, and we might learn something. I just think I'd enjoy it as an activity. We could leave any time.

*Words tripping over themselves.*

[yourfinaldeeds]

[Mello smiles and leans in to plant a kiss in Near's hair. He's feeling oddly affectionate today, apparently.]

You'd like that?

[coordinated_n]

I'd like that.

*Smiling, settling.*

[yourfinaldeeds]

Then let's do it.

[coordinated_n]

You're very happy.

*Grinning, now.*

[yourfinaldeeds]

I guess I am, huh?

[Also grinning]

You probably have something to do with that, huh.

[coordinated_n]

*He flushes.*

I'm glad to hear it.

[yourfinaldeeds]

[Mello leans in to kiss Near again, brushing a bit of hair back from his face.]

Missed you. What've you been up to?

[coordinated_n]

Nothing. I've slept a lot.

What about you?