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Day 56: Wicker Street (morning)

May 05, 2011 22:42

It was a serious decision he faced, and, since he couldn't talk to Matt privately, Mello spent most of the bus ride in sullen contemplation of it: would his dignity suffer more from eating inferior chocolate, or from having to go to a toy store to buy the decent stuff ( Read more... )

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gamingsostfu May 6 2011, 19:19:16 UTC

The brunet had very little problem leaving Crazy Guy to fend for himself. After all, dude was a big guy; he'd make it around just fine. Maybe he'd even find some allies besides the very unsocial duo he'd happened to get stuck with on the bus ( ... )

swornandbroken May 8 2011, 02:14:45 UTC

"I could've helped after," Mello said, unwilling to allow Matt to let him off the hook for it. He'd said he would be there, and he hadn't been, and it still pissed him off that he'd been made a liar.

Or you don't want to accept that you were powerless in this, as you are in so many things. The goddamn bugs had to have their say, and Mello scowled, as much at them as at Matt's obvious evasion. He knew perfectly fucking well he couldn't have helped, not in any real way; he'd been there himself, past the reach of assistance, where the fact of needing other people on a purely physical level, to be mobile, to get the hell out of there, had been salt in the wounds so recently inflicted.

"What did they do to you?" This came out low as well, urgent, though he didn't meet Matt's eyes as he asked. "You needed to know, your first night here, and I need to know, too. If it's going to compromise you..." And for once, he didn't know how to finish his sentence. Matt was his responsibility, and Mello was determined to get him out no matter what, ( ... )

gamingsostfu May 9 2011, 03:07:14 UTC

Matt had to stop at that. He sighed deeply through his nose, watching Mello closely. Of course Mello would bring that up; it was another reminder that they were in this together - mostly together, anyway - and that Mello of all people could relate to what he was going through without going overboard with the pity. Which Matt sure as hell didn't need right now; it would just make everything worse. He already resented himself enough for being so weak the night before, strapped down to that table ( ... )

swornandbroken May 9 2011, 06:18:41 UTC

Mello knew all too well how intolerable pity was at a time like this, could remember being in this very town and recoiling from any appearance of it. That was one thing the bugs would be unable to convince him he could err in.

He was sure he could follow the train of Matt's thought, as he watched the brunet turn away from him and look out towards the forest. That idea, too, had occurred to Mello, and he looked back on it with something he wouldn't admit was embarrassment. To have thought he could hide himself away in the town, where they had no allies and no hope of them, and sneak past the boundaries of the boomerang effect. He didn't need to hear the chatter in his mind telling him that there was no 'far enough'; he was refuting it already. There is. There is a way to cross that line, and I'll find it, and I'll take Matt with me, goddamn it.He was used to Matt schooling his expression to blankness, knew he hardly needed the goggles anymore to hide what he was feeling, and seeing the play of emotions written so clearly on his face ( ... )

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