"When do you think they'll find out

I let another tear slip as I ran to Nears room. Without caring, I thrust open his door, only to see him sitting on the floor, playing with a plain puzzle.
"You're not going too, are you?" I asked, my voice cracking. I made a attempt to close the door, but ended up slamming it.
Near just shook his head no and stood up, walking towards me.
I shakily took a step forward into Nears outstretched arms. In a strange way, his awkward hug was sort of comforting. But nothing could help me now.
I wrapped my arms around Nears scrawny neck and cried silently. Nears thin fingers were gently placed on the small of my back, as if he was afraid I was going to break. In that moment, that's what I was thinking, also. I felt as if i was going to just shatter into a million pieces right there, in the center of the room, leaving poor Near to dispose of my jagged remains. I didn't feel real. Reality seemed to be slipping away from me. Like a bad soap opera. Or maybe that stupid American Ashton Kutcher was going to jump out and yell "You just got Punk'd!" then run behind a laughing Mello to escape my fury.
I pulled away from the hug and met Nears gaze, wiping the tears from my eyes. (Though, of course, they still kept coming.) It was on a very rare occasion Near showed his emotions, but I suppose this would have been one of them. His eyes showed a slight bit of sorrow.
"Mello told you everything we just were told, right?"
I nodded my head and sat down on his bed.
"Of course," he said as he handed me a box of tissues that had been sitting of his dresser.
As I grabbed a single tissue and balled it up to wipe away the tears that were coating my face, Nears eyes focused on his left shoulder. "You got my shoulder soaked..." he said in his usual monotone voice.
I gave a slight laugh and sent a soft smile towards him. "Then change. Braniac."
"I was going to..." he mumbled, unbuttoning his shirt slowly.
"Oh my God, you loser. Don't over think the fact that I'm a chick. Just friggin' change. Besides, you're like, eleven. Even if you have hit puberty, you don't have to worry about me thinking anything, y'know," I said with a grin.
Near blinked and went back to unbuttoning his shirt (a bit faster) and I stared at the ceiling.
After a moment of nothing but the sounds of Near dragging his feet across the floor to get another shirt, I sighed loudly and grimaced.
"I still can't believe it, though. I mean, I do, but I don't want it to be true. I mean, L is dead, and Mello, being the pompous ass that he is, stormed off and didn't even consider working with you. But..." I lifted my head up and stared out the window, "that's life, I suppose. I mean, It's not necessarily natural, I guess, but... It's still real. Doesn't feel like it, though. Ugh. I'm talking too much," I said as tears came back to my eyes.
Near sat next to me and stared at me intently. "Stop crying. L's death will be avenged."
I nodded and leaned my head against his shoulder.