My brother, you love her (but don't give up your instincts)

[near_your_enemy]

N is sitting on the bed, paging through a large encyclopedia.  He's been staying unnaturally close to this room since he's gotten back--whether or not it's because he still has nightmares of Light blowing his brains out, or if he's just thankful enough to stay close, it's not quite defined.  Still.  His demeanor could almost even be classified as '

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[near_your_enemy]

N glances up and tries, hurridly, to hide the smile, but it's already too late, and he ends up smiling even wider despite himself. So, he shakes his head and glances down to the book again.

"Hi, Mihael" He murmurs, flipping another page. "How are you?"

[near_your_enemy]

"I'm alright."

He glances up towards Mihael, the smile slowly fading back into an expression of nonchalance.

"I went down to the kitchen earlier, but I didn't see anyone."

[near_your_enemy]

"Mmhm. It is kind of a slow day."

He glances back down to the book, twirling a finger through his hair. "You were?"

[near_your_enemy]

He tenses, almost immediately, and the friendly tone now sounds incredibly forced.

"...oh?"

[near_your_enemy]

"I suppose." He tries to justify it in his mind, but N is still extremely adverse to the idea. Especially after his own conversation with Near.

At the request, he pauses a moment, before crawling around the large book over to Mihael, glancing up curiously.

"...is something the matter?"

[near_your_enemy]

N scoots closer, and it's almost second nature, now.

When he does speak, his voice is tinged with suspicion. "What do you mean?"

[near_your_enemy]

There's a long pause.

"...I remember."

And Mihael can probably feel his heartbeat starting to quicken. Something is wrong, that much is obvious. He doesn't know what it is. It was bad. He didn't know. Inward, he was panicking. Outward, he was trying to remain calm, because really, Mihael probably just ate all the mansion's chocolate or set some clothing on fire, right?

[near_your_enemy]

N stiffens almost immediately, before looking off and forcing himself to stay put, just forcing himself to stay quiet, calm.

"He--told me that as well. That he loves you. A few days ago.

"But, you don't--" He cuts himself off there, because he doesn't want Mihael to answer that question, not in a million years.