It was this night, and they both knew it. This was the last night either of them would ever have a chance to see the other. At least one of them would end up dead, but it was likely that they'd go to the grave together. Fitting, wasn't it?
The blond glanced across the room to his friend, both of them making the last needed preparations to leave. Neither had spoken the obvious fact that death loomed in the air, and maybe it was better left unsaid. But Mello couldn't handle that. He knew he was possibly leaving Matt alone after this, and he had to know that the boy he'd grown up with would forgive him for that.
One night to destroy a friendship that been built over long years. He stopped what he was doing, putting the chocolate bar down as well, and walked silently to the brunet. Reaching out a gloved hand, he put two fingers to Matt's shoulder.
"What is it?" The boy turned his head to face the other, tired eyes just visible through orange lenses. Mello put his other hand on the other shoulder and turned Matt straight toward him before pressing their lips together.
"I'm so sorry," he muttered against the other's mouth.
Matt's eyes were wide. He placed another kiss on his friend's lips and laughed quietly. "You know, I've liked you since I was twelve, and you had to pick tonight to let me know how you feel. Great job, buddy."
