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Mello was losing his fucking mind.
He couldn't go two steps in his own fucking house because it was all filled with absolute junk all over the place - from wires to empty Monster cans to pieces of metal on the floor. He got that Matt was working on a project at the moment, and it took all of his concentration, but he really couldn’t deal with his home being treated like this.
Not to mention that the only time he had seen Matt in the last three days is when he got up to piss right when Mello was walking down the hallway.
His boyfriend looked like shit. When Mello had tried to say hi, he had just mumbled some incoherent phrase about coding or whatever the fuck he was doing.
So Mello decided to go march into his office and tell Matt to take a break, clean up, and shower. And then not go right back to his work but to spend some time with Mello.
Mello thrust the door open. “Mail Jeevas. Get up.”
The room was, obviously, a mess. The smell of smoke from the different machines Matt had working and the cigarettes combined to make a truly foul stench that made Mello’s eyes water. Said cigarettes were littered all over the floor, in close proximity to an ashtray in the corner. Machines were whirring everywhere and on every surface was a laptop running code.
It looked like a scene straight out of a fucking movie.
Matt looked up from his work, pulling his goggles down his face to sit loosely around his neck. “Oh, hi Mels. Everything okay?”
“No, it is not okay,” Mello snapped. “The house is a fucking mess and I haven’t seen you in days. Also you look like shit.”
Matt blinked. “Oh.”
Mello crossed his arms. “I get that this is your work, but you need to stop living like this.”
“Sorry, I guess I do get a little obsessed with projects.” Matt smiles sheepishly. “Whaddya want me to do?”
“Clean up the house. Go eat something. Talk to me. Clean yourself up. Oh and,” Mello wrinkled his nose, “Air out in here, it stinks.”
“Okay, that's a list. Give me an hour.”
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Matt stayed true to his word. 60 minutes later, everything looked semi presentable, and so did Mello’s boyfriend.
Mello curled up next to Matt. “You smell nice,” he commented.
“Thanks. I’m pretty sure it’s the new shampoo.”
Mello didn't respond to that. “Look. If we're going to live together, you need to stop doing this.”
“Doing what?”
Mello knew what Matt was doing - deflecting and acting dumb. He probably didn’t want to have this conversation, and this was his way of telling Mello to back off. But he wasn’t going to take the bait.
“The whole throwing yourself into work and forgetting to take care of yourself and your surroundings. I live here too, and don’t want to be stepping around shit on the floor every two weeks when you get a new gig. And I don’t like seeing you so… disheveled.” Mello pulled a face.
Matt hummed. “Sorry. It’s a bad habit, I guess.”
“A bad habit that stops now.”
Matt nodded, reaching over to kiss Mello on the cheek. “Got it.”
Matt had many other bad habits. But Mello was sure they would find a way to get through it and coexist in semi-peacefulness.