morning after regrets.

[coordinated_n]

*As emotionally satisfying as picking a fight with Mello may have been, Near now hurts. Everywhere. Okay, not everywhere, just his stomach a little and his back, everywhere. Which is why he's still in bed at noon, curled up, breathing deliberately and slowly. Someone is bound to come home soon and be able to help him into a hot bath.*

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[magnaccia]

Meile misses his goggles, even though they're broken. And as much as he doesn't like the idea of going to get them back, he's going to anyway because... just because. So he makes his way to the room, almost swearing to himself that he can still feel the hangover from yesterday (jeeze, had that been bad). When he reaches it though, he sees someone in the bed. And he freezes.

But then he notices it's white hair, not blonde, and so he makes his way over.

...Near? Issat ya?

[coordinated_n]

Meile?

*Near sounds tired, par for the course the last few days.*

[magnaccia]

Yeah...
Jeeze, are ya okay?

The worry is evident in Meile's voice.

[coordinated_n]

I was in a fight.

[magnaccia]

...Wit' who?

Meile's tone darkens a little.

[coordinated_n]

B.

[magnaccia]

B?

....

Meile makes a sort of strangled growling noise. His tone is deadly when he speaks:

Which. One?

[coordinated_n]

I don't know.

[magnaccia]

He makes another angry noise.

Did he hurt ya?

[coordinated_n]

Yes. I'm stiff, and probably bruised. What do you do for bruises?

[magnaccia]

Meile isn't sure if he should stay and help Near or go out and hurt the bastard who did it to him. But he figures he should stay. Near needs his help. His tone softens a little, though he still sounds tense.

...I dunno. I ain't evah realleh... y'know, treated 'em afore. Usually Mi--

...somebodeh else duz it fer meh.

[coordinated_n]

It really hurts. *Admitting, into the pillow.*

[magnaccia]

'm sorry, Near.
Wut... do ya need anythin'? I can help, s'least I can do.

[coordinated_n]

Can you get me some advil? There's some in my bag, in the bottom drawer.

[magnaccia]

Yeah, yeah, hold onna sec--

Meile scrambles to the bag, and searches for the advil. Once he finds it, he takes it back and hands it over to Near, closing his fingers over Near's har.

'Ere.

[coordinated_n]

*Near hisses, as he ulls himself up into a sitting position to reach for the glass of water on the bedside table.*

Can you look, and tell me how bad the bruising is?