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?

[magnaccia]

Meile's expression is concerned, though Near can't see it, but he does as Near asks. He almost hisses himself as he checks Near for bruising. It looks almost as if he'd been slammed into something repeatedly...

Fuck, Near...
Ya need ta be more careful, a'ight? Realleh.

[coordinated_n]

I knew exactly what I was doing.

[magnaccia]

Yeah, well, do it anyways, I got 'nough stuff ta panic ovah.

Said mildly.

[coordinated_n]

Maybe this is how I do things. You drink, Mihael tries not to want his vicodin, I start arguments. How about here?

*Pulling up his shirt, so Meile can check where the punch landed. That's the only thing that could be tricky, it was near the already-cracked ribs.*