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The room is quiet. It feels empty.
“Bored out of my mind,” Matt mutters, just to fill it.
Mello doesn’t look up. He’s hunched over the table, fingers curled loosely around an unopened bar of chocolate eyes fixed on nothing in particular.
Matt steps in fully, nudging aside a pile of wrappers with his boot. “You gonna eat that, or are you just gonna stare at it?”
They stay quiet for a moment.
Then, finally Mello huffs a “Shut up.”
There he is.
Matt grins a little, dropping into the chair across from him and kicking his feet up onto the table like he owns the place. “You’re slipping. If Near could see you now, he’d definitely-”
“Don’t talk about him.”
Matt shrugs, then lights a cigarette. “Yeah, yeah.”
For a while, it’s just them in the silence.
It’s always been like this, in a way.
Even back then.