We're on a wild goose chase, well less of a wild goose chase than earlier. Mello wasn't thinking clearly and said we should just go really fast and look everywhere, he can be so dumb when his mind is clouded, then again, can't we all? Anyways, he finally started thinking straight and suggested we look into as many files of Joseph Keehl as we can on the computer. And by 'we' he meant me. I took an extra hacking course at Wammy's, so as far as computers go I am superior. I've found the hotel he's staying at, and that he's scheduled to leave in two days. I've hacked in to the securety cameras at Wammys to find that he's gone to visit L twice. Mello and I agree that the chances of him going far past the touristy area where the hotel is are slim, seeing how he has found what he was looking for. Mello thinks that he will not likely go more than 3 blocks from room 712, his room. It's strange but I've never thought that anything we learned at Wammy's would be useful to someone like me, who has no ambitions of becoming a detective, the only class I liked was hacking, but now here I can see that some of the other ones are useful too, ones like Intense Psychology , Motives, and Reactions.

"Mello, we've got what we need to know. Can't we just go find him now?"

"Yeah, uhm, maybe we should check security cams of the stores in the area, to see which ones he visits most."

"You're trying to stall, aren't you?" I get out of my chair and cross the room. "Mello, if you don't want to do this"-

"I do! I just, I don't know." I place my hand on his shoulder and kiss the top of his head.

"C'mon, then, lets go."

"Okay."

We get into the elevator at the Winchester Inn. Creative name, I know. I wrap my arm around his waist and press floor 7.

"Matt, could you… do some talking. Oh and make it obvious that you're my boyfriend, if I remember he's a little homophobic, if he's serious about wanting me back he's going to have to put up with this."

"Talk about what? Mello, this problem is between you two, I'm just here for support."

"At least say that you gave me the letters he sent."

"Fine, but really Mello, I mean it, I'm only here fo"-

"I know I know, to give support or something girly like that."

"You asked for it!"

"I guess I did"

Then the elevator *dings* and we're at floor seven.

Though he stalled at home, Mello walks right past me and through the open doors, not stopping to look at the sings pointing him whichever way, but going the right way none the less. I run a bit to catch up to him. I wonder what he's feeling. Excitement? Fear? Or maybe he doesn't know yet? He stops. Standing still and horrifies as I look over three numbers, 7-1-2. I give him a little nugde, and a look that says 'you sure you want to do this?' he holds up his hand to knock, but lowers it. He wants it, but cant. Sigh, I knock on the door and wrap my arm once again around his waist.

The door is unlocked and opened, I assume it's Mello's father, because they immediately lock onto each other's figure. Mello wiggles a little bit, and nudges me to say I should speak.

"Uhm, Mr. Keehl, I'm your sons boyfriend, Matt." He nudges me hard and looks up at me telling me with his eyes that 'that's not what I meant by make it obvious.' I clear my throat.

"A few days ago I went to go see L, because Mello was bothered by the situation, he gave me some letters, letters from you." I make no eye contact, but rather keep staring at the floor, "He says he's changed his mind a bit."

"Mello?" asks Mr. Keehl.

"Yeah, I changed my name, we all did. I'm Mello now."

"I see, and your…boyfriend, I take it that he is what has 'made you alright'?"

"Yes."

"This is a lot of new information already."

"If you're serious about wanting to know me, here it is, I'm gay. Walk out now if you hate me again already."

"Mihae-Mello. It is weird for me, I do not like it. But, I have spent so long, only wishing that you are happy, so I suppose I will learn to deal with it." He then gives me a threatening look, Mello doesn't see it.

"Really? Wow, looks like you have changed." Says Mello a little harsh and hurtfully.

"I tried anyways. It took time, I told the whole town what I did, and then asked for help."

"And they still helped you?" Okay I'm with Mello on this one.

"It took some time, but, yes."

"Listen, I leave soon, can we, see each other some time? I want to know all about the last 16 years of your life."

"We're talking now."

"No I meant without him." Ouch, hurtful, okay not really.

"When and where?"

"The park, tomorrow? By the lake?"

"Sure. I'll be there at seven"

Then he closes the door. Mello looks at me, I can't read his face. "That went…better than I thought"

"Yeah, want to go out for dinner?" He nods, "Chinese good?"

"Sure."