A/N: Hello. This chapter is pretty short, but the next one is long enough. Please enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape, or form own Death Note.
Two: Speechless
The first time Matt was ever speechless was when Mello came and sat next to him at lunch the very next day.
He stared at the boy standing behind his chair for nearly five minutes. A piece of lettuce fell from his lips.
"What are you doing here?" he stammered, speech still slightly obscured by the bandage covering his nose.
Mello didn't answer, simply threw his tray down with a force that would become his trademark in both physical and mental actions and dug into the absolutely foul-smelling lasagna.
They sat with each other every day after that; or rather, Mello found where Matt was sitting, threw himself onto the chair, and every day, Matt pretended to be annoyed but was secretly grateful for the company. And even though he couldn't admit it to himself, he really couldn't think – didn't want to think of anyone to sit with other than Mello.