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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.