Chapter 10
After watching the two young prodigies mope around for approximately a week and hoping that their timeline had stopped (which they assumed it has an none of them found themselves growing hungry) they noticed something quite odd.
The first memory they saw, B had found a camera in Rodger's office and he'd called his friend Backup instead of B. also, they appeared to be close friends. Possibly closer than they were at this point, something must've happened between those events that kindled and reignited their friendship.
Near also mentioned that the first memory they saw was very close to the one they'd been through, that was a given though. Who'd fill an album up with photos of sad children? At many points during the week they'd noticed that both L and B looked as if they were about to say something to the other but stopping before even uttering out the first syllable.
"I wish they'd apologise already, this is depressing to watch," Matt groaned.
"We know for a fact that they start talking again, just be patient, it will happen," Near chimed from his place where he was spread out across the floor in a child-like manner.
The read-head huffed, "Sorry that I don't want to wait three months for them to finally make up."
More days passed and the trio began to wonder if Matt was right about it taking months for them to push away their pride or insecurities, whatever was stopping them from unleashing their thoughts. It was boring since they didn't do anything either, they went to lessons, ate, revised and slept; that was all that occurred in their lives at the current moment in time.
Matt was getting seriously bothered by his boredom. Thankfully a lone book took pity on his suffering and made its presence known by sitting in the middle of the floor; B didn't notice the crafty little object though. As he approached his bed silently, the little bugger of a book caused the tiny serial killer to be to slip back noisily onto his butt.
His ungraceful landing caused him to fall backwards into the bookshelf which in turn forced a number of books to fall onto the poor thing's head. L had been lying on his own bed, staring at the wall when he heard the loud crash and slightly feminine scream from B. The sudden commotion ripped him from his thoughts.
Throwing himself off of the bed, L ran over to his friend, crouching before him. He had no idea how to handle this, what should he do? Not knowing what to do he "sat" leaning forwards timidly with his hands out in front of him, wondering whether he should hug his roommate or not. When L had been pushed down the stairs B had hugged him and lead him towards the nurse's office, was that what he was supposed to do now?
"Are…are you okay?" L hesitated, "Do you need to go to the nurse?"
"It's fine, it doesn't hurt," B turned his head sharply to the side, wincing as he did so.
"But an encyclopedia fell on your head," L tried to reason.
"It was just a small one," B stubbornly retorted.
After a debate that went on for much too long B finally allowed L to escort him to the nurse to make sure he was indeed okay like he'd said. Fortunately, once the nurse had checked him over (a difficult task as B kept biting her when she tried to check his head) they found out it wasn't serious as it was only a paperback encyclopedia so it didn't cause as much damage.
The walk back to their room had been long and quiet, until B decided to speak up.
"…Sorry. I didn't mean it, you know, you having no feelings and all…"
L was taken aback, his pride had been holding him back from apologising to the emotion young boy but now that B had apologised to him his pride was long forgotten, he just wanted his friend back.
"No, I shouldn't have told you to forget about it. People have different ways of getting through grief, I should've let you figure out how to get over it yourself," the child version of the detective admitted.
B smiled "There you go again, thinking logically. You really are so cold L."
Matt celebrated by throwing his arms above his head in victory, now he wouldn't have to deal with two emotionally troubled children as his only source of entertainment. Mello and Near stared at him with piercingly judging eyes. Surely, he couldn't have been that bored.