Matt had never wanted a mother.
He had never found comfort in her gentle touch and her voice didn't make him feel safe. He never went to her when he was hurt or sick because nothing she could do would make anything better. The other kids at his school at loved their mothers. Funny little Mail Jeevas would walk home even when he knew she was coming to pick him up.
But Matt was fond of Mello's frustrated pushes-and-shoves. He was equally fond of waking up in the infirmary and knowing that the slight pressure he felt on his head was Mello's nervous hand, which led to his thin arm, which led to his pale neck, which led to his worried face, which led to his uneasy mind. Every inch of Mello was comforting to Matt. Who needed a mother?
Matt had never wanted a father.
Football in the backyard and camping trips simply were not for him. Matt realized now that his father had never really loved anyone except, maybe, for the women that he would call at three in the morning when he thought no one would hear. But fine, upstanding Mr. Jeevas sure did try to love his son. Funny little Mail Jeevas just didn't want anyone to have to try.
Matt liked knowing that Mello didn't really love anyone at all but he didn't keep secrets. That was the difference between Mello and Matt's father. Mello was simply angry and uncaring all the time. There were no fake smiles, or notes saying 'remember to tell Mail goodnight' written on his hand. Everything was real even though it wasn't always happy. Who needed a father?
Matt had never wanted a family so he didn't cry when he lost them.
Matt wanted Mello so he did cry when he lost him.
whut, whut. I'm back and hopefully for good! I've missed writing/Matt/you all. And yeah. I'm still writing things about Matt being miserable over Mello leaving him. THE ANGST. Anyway, hope you all like it. Review, plz.