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"""The young Mail Jeevas found his gaze on his companion, contemplating the elder's yellowish hair, lowering his gaze to the burn on his face, and finally descending to the curve at the end of his back. His eyes were shameless, but he couldn't help but look away when he noticed his friend rolling his eyes upon realizing his gaze was on him.
The brunette continued staring into nothingness until he no longer felt the blond's annoying gaze on him.
- "Why are you staring at me so much?" - Mihael caught him by surprise, approaching him quickly when he turned back. Matt froze, maintaining eye contact with the other with the sole purpose of not appearing nervous, although he really wanted to run away.
- "Well?" - the elder kept approaching, while the boy in front of him felt his soul would be devoured by his small, piercing pupils. Without fully understanding what he should do, the brunette pushed his friend, causing him to fall to the ground. It was the first time he had done something like that against Mihael.
The blond remained silent, beginning to believe that his friend was annoyed with him and, therefore, starting to overthink the possible reason for his annoyance. Mello remained on the floor, looking at Matt with considerable confusion. On the other hand, Mail remained on the sofa watching the blond, expecting to receive a blow from him, but that didn't happen.
- "I... I'm sorry, I didn't think it would bother you," - the blue-eyed one blurted out, standing up and lowering his head, clearly embarrassed. The last thing he wanted was for Mail to be annoyed with him.
- "N-no... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," - said the younger one, now slightly uncomfortable, scratching the back of his neck.
The rest of the day passed in the same awkward and embarrassed way, especially on Mihael's part, who continued to be ashamed for, according to him, having provoked his companion's action.
It was almost midnight when the green-eyed one got fed up with the situation and, after taking the blond by the wrist somewhat roughly, forced him to put on one of his coats and get into his car. After an hour of driving through the streets of New York, Mello began to feel slightly confused by his friend's intentions.
- "What are we doing?" - the blond finally asked, breaking the silence in which both were drowning.
- "Do you remember the first time we met in Los Angeles?" - the brunette blurted out, ignoring the other's question and not even turning to look at him - "Despite the shitty situation you were in, you had fire in your eyes and the same eagerness to conquer the world that you've had all your life." - Mail finally stopped the car in front of a tall abandoned building; he got out of the car and gestured with his hand for Mello to also get out of the vehicle. - "I'll never understand how you can keep going like this... so stupidly alive, even when you're dying... I'll never understand how you can be so adult and so childish at the same time." - Jeevas continued speaking while guiding his beloved through the inside of the building until they reached the rooftop.
- "Why are we here?" - the blond doubted, fearing for the other. He didn't expect him to hurt him, he never would, but he knew his companion's history of self-harm and feared what he might do to himself in that place.
- "Because I know you like heights, I know you like the danger of being here, and I know you like the view from up here," - Matt said, getting closer and closer to the other, close enough to notice a slight reddening in Mello's cheeks - "Now, do you want to know something I like?" - he asked in a whisper, leaning close to the taller one's ear. He didn't wait for an answer. - "You, I like you," - he said, moving back a little to look Mello in the eyes.
A slight paralysis invaded the young Slovenian upon hearing Matt's words.
- "I like how tough you pretend to be, I like that you're not really,""""I like the confidence you have in me, I like your intimidating way of looking at people when you're upset... I like everything about you - he said with a smile on his face, just before receiving a kiss, a kiss he quickly returned.
- I'm tired of watching you from afar, Mihael Keehl... -