notes: Nope. There really isn't any explanation behind this one.
At times, B wanted Matt's goggles.
Really badly.
He thought that maybe he could hide behind them- thought that maybe that was what Matt had been doing all along. Once, he even asked Matt if he could wear them.
"Why?" Matt had said, simply.
B gave a small shrug. "Why not?"
"You're very difficult," Matt scoffed, rolling his eyes and turning his attention back to his game.
"Oh yes," B giggled. "B already knows this. So, can I?"
"No."
"Why not?"
Matt sighed, irritated. "Look, go mess with Near or something. I bet he'll appreciate your company much more."
B frowned and folded his arms. "But Matt," he whined, "Near doesn't have the Goggles. Neither does Mello, or, or-- L. L doesn't have them either. Only Matt."
"Go buy your own."
"With what money, Matt?"
He gave up. Groaning, and simply wanting time to himself, Matt removed the goggles and handed them over to B, who beamed. The boy took them eagerly. "Look, just don't break 'em or get any scratches on 'em, okay?" he said, a bit skeptical and already regretting his decision.
"Oh, thank you, Matt." With a broad smile, B put the goggles on his own head, covering his eyes, and adjusted them. Immediately he fell silent, frowning. "…See, Matt? I knew it."
Matt raised an eyebrow and looked away from his game. "What are you talking about?"
B sighed and took off the goggles. He carelessly dropped them on the floor, ignoring the way Matt winced in return. "They don't work," he whispered. He closed his eyes. "They- they don't, Matt."
"I don't understand what you're saying," said Matt, his voice a grumble. He brushed the dirt off of the goggle's lens.
Taking the goggles from Matt, who huffed and narrowed his eyes, and turning them over in his hand, B smiled weakly. "Nope, nope," he said, and handed them back to their owner. "They don't stop me from seeing the numbers like I had thought. What a pity."
Matt stared at him, baffled. "…What?"
"Nothing, Matt." B waved his hand dismissively.
"You're a strange, strange kid," Matt said, shaking his head at B before returning to his game.
B chuckled to himself. "Aren't I, though?" he whispered.
Maybe Matt's goggles weren't really all they were cracked up to be.