Mello lay on the couch with his arms behind his head. The leather-clad blond had been watching the news a short while ago and was currently cat-napping as he waited for his game addicted friend to come back from shopping.
Much as he hated to admit it, it was both safer and more dangerous for Matt to do the shopping and such. Safer because the gamer was unknown to the country. Hell, if the kid got himself killed the news reports probably wouldn't even have his name. It more dangerous, though, because the gamer could get killed, and that was the very last thing on earth Mello wanted. He'd take his own life before he let Matt die on him. Besides, the gamer was all he had left.
"Oh, damn," he groaned as a weight dropped heavily on him. "Matt..." He opened his eyes irritably.
The gamer grunted softly, but didn't move.
"Mattie." Mello softened a little. Sure, the gamer was a tad heavier than himself, but they were still best friends. "What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
"My stomach hurts," Matt mumbled.
The blond instantly remembered a self-same occurrence- what was it? Ten, twelve years ago?- where he himself had said those very words to his friend. Now, the roles were reversed, but Mello didn't mind in the least. He rubbed the gamer's back gently and said, "You want me to get you anything?"
"No. Just...stay," Matt replied.
"All right."
After a couple minutes of silence, the gamer mumbled, "You know, you make a damn good pillow yourself."
The blond smiled and chuckled. "Really, now? I'd have thought I'd be too bony."
"Mm, but you're still a damn good pillow," Matt said. "And, thanks, you know, for everything. I love you."
A little half smile formed on Mello's face. "In the 'not-weird brother way'?" he asked, even though he knew.
"Yeah."
"I love you, too, Mattie. Are you sure you don't want me to get you anything?"
"Mm-hm. Just stay."
All you have to do is ask. I'd give the world, if only you asked. I'd give you anything and everything. "Of course."