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Part 10

~Blanket~

Matt hadn't really said much of anything the last two days. Sure he had been there in the room with Mello playing his games like always but gone were the soft muttering of 'w00t' or 'pwnt!' or the mostly silent grumblings when the character did something Matt hadn't intended; there was nothing. Just the beeps of the game and the clicks of the buttons.

Matt hadn't spoken a word to Mello since he had found him in the hallway, not that Mello hadn't tried for a conversation. In fact, Mello was a little more than annoyed at the redhead. Matt was the one that had caused all of that in the first place so he had no right to give Mello the silent treatment.

That and it was driving Mello nuts as he finally had someone around him to spend time with while on bed rest, only Matt wouldn't speak a word.

All it did was leave for more time to think. And Mello was certain that if he thought any more about Matt his head was going to implode.

Mello was still so uncertain about everything. Was he making it out to be more than it was? Mello kept asking himself that and going over all their interactions the last few weeks and even well into their childhood and from an outsiders view it was pretty damned convincing that Matt was the only one he cared about, ever.

But how much?

That was the question Mello couldn't answer.

Matt was attractive, always had been, but Mello had never thought much about it as it had always been a simple truth to him, something that was just obvious. But was Mello attracted to him?

Mello almost wanted to say yes. But he couldn't say for certain that his opinion hadn't been biased by the kiss. Or had the kiss simply opened his eyes to things he had possibly been denying?

It was all so Goddamn frustrating!

If Mello hadn't been making an effort to appear absolutely normal he might have thrown something or taken to pulling his hair.

Instead Mello rolled onto his side and shoved the covers over his face. Maybe he would suffocate in his sleep and all his problems would be solved.

If only he were so lucky.

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Mello woke sometime later when it was dark out feeling like he had only been asleep for seconds. He couldn't say for certain what had woken him, only that something had. Mello blinked blurrily; his eyes prickled with tears that one usually got with lack of sleep as he tried to focus in on his surroundings.

He heard a soft shuffle, almost like fabric against fabric and his gaze turned to the chair he knew to be in the corner. The chair that Matt slept in.

The doctor hadn't been kidding when he wanted someone watching Mello until he was better; Matt was expected to sleep in the room too, though there were no couches and no extra futons.

Matt shifted again and Mello heard a crack followed by a soft curse. Matt was going to need a chiropractor after this if he didn't sleep on something flat, other than the floor, sometime soon.

Mello felt a twinge of guilt, despite still blaming Matt for starting everything.

"Matt. Come sleep on the bed, you're obviously uncomfortable." Mello called softly, and frowned when he thought he saw Matt wince. His eyes were better adjusted to the moonlight but he couldn't really see Matt's expression, just his outline.

"I promise I'm not naked." he said humorously, smirking in the dark as Matt scrubbed at his face. Mello could make out as the redhead crossed his arms defiantly. Mello had meant the comment as a joke but Matt hadn't taken it that way apparently.

Mello wanted his friend back...

"Matt, sleep on the bed please. I know your back and neck are hurting you from your constant shifting." Mello sighed. He hoped the 'p' word would at least get Matt to consider it. His offer was anything but selfish. It wasn't out of some need for close contact with Matt, or a way to tease the redhead, he was genuinely concerned... and maybe just a little too tired to be thinking clearly.

When Matt made no move to do anything Mello sighed irritably. "If it makes you more comfortable grab an extra blanket and sleep on the covers." he snapped. Matt was still for such a long time that Mello was almost certain neither of them would be sleeping that night, at least up until the point where Matt got up and strode across the room to where Mello knew more blankets would be.

It sort of stung that Matt was doing that but Mello consoled himself in the fact that he had the initial victory.

Mello moved himself over so Matt would have room and he felt when the blanket was draped across the bed. Nothing was said even as Matt settled himself and Mello thought it a lost cause. It was alright really; at least Matt would get some sleep that night.

But what had Mello smiling as sleep pulled him back into the darkness was the ever soft muttering of 'goodnight Mello'.

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Mello tried to turn over but found that something was keeping him in place. He was uncomfortable and entirely too exhausted to be awake, so with heavy eyes he glanced around to move the obstruction only to pause, blinking uncertainly.

He hesitantly touched the arm that was draped over him, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming, before shaking his head slightly. Matt probably wouldn't be pleased when he woke, but Mello wasn't going to push him away; who knew how little sleep they had gotten since Matt laid down?

Instead, in the effort to be comfortable, Mello lifted Matt's arm only enough that he could turn to face the other way, Matt's arm still around him. Mello's face was buried in the comforter Matt had added to the bed and Mello was instantly warmer than previously.

Mello thought he could almost hear Matt's heart beating from underneath it. It was a comforting thought to him, so he sighed contentedly in his half sleep.

Maybe... it wouldn't be so bad to like Matt as more than a friend.

-End Part 10-

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