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.