"Mel, wake up."
"Mm, back so soon?"
Matt started to nod and turn toward the kitchen, but stopped and retraced his steps. He took a long look before bursting into laughter.
His roommate stared at him in confusion before asking, "What?"
"You have 'mail' backwards across your forehead... did you fall asleep on your hand?"
Mello scowled and muttered, "It was a reminder. Did you check the mail?"
"Oh! Right, I forgot!"
He rolled his eyes and answered, "Then go check it. I still can't figure out how you got to be third at Wammy's..."
As his best friend slipped out the door, the man let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding and went to the sink with a paper towel.