Wednesday, December 24th

Mail hadn't expected to sleep well. This wasn't because he wasn't comfortable in Mihael's house, Mail was still shocked that Mihael's family had told him to stay the night and longer if he wanted to. As he laid back in the bed in Mihael's guest room, he tried not to worry about what he would do the next day. He didn't have any of his things with him, but he could still stay a few days with Mihael if he wanted to. Mail wondered what his parents were thinking right now. He hoped that they were worried, but knew that if his mother was she would've called him or tried to stop him from running out of the house.

Right now Mail felt that Mihael was the only one who actually cared about how he felt. Neither of his parents had made any effort to contact or find him all day, no matter how mad they were the fact that he still wasn't home should have bothered them. He was surprised that not even Linda had texted him, but decided to give her the benefit of the doubt since she might not know that he wasn't home. The only way that Linda could have found out about his disappearance is if his parents told her, and at the moment he was fairly sure that concern was not the emotion they were felling towards him. This fact was strangely easy not to dwell on.

Each time he came close to being upset that his father and mother were crying over his absence, he remembered that Mihael had literally dropped everything and ran to him when he was in need. No, he hadn't run, he had begged his brother's boyfriend to illegally drive him to the bus stop that Mail was stranded at because he refused to let Mail sit there alone any longer than he had to. Knowing this filled Mail with a warmth that he wasn't used to, but he didn't want it to fade. If it wasn't for Mello, Mail probably would have labeled that warmth as love.

Trying to clear his mind, Mail pulled himself out of bed. If he wasn't going to sleep maybe he could get something to eat or drink instead. He felt a little bad about poking around in Mihael's kitchen, but everyone had told him to make himself at home. With that, Mail left the guest room and stumbled through the dark hallway in the direction of where he remembered the kitchen was. However, once he reached the end of the hall, he noticed a dim light under the door of his destination.

"Hey," Light Yagami greeted him from where he was sitting with a book at the dinning table. "It's 11:30, shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Shouldn't you?" Mail asked, taking a seat across from him.

"Time difference," Light told him. "It's 7:30am in Japan."

"Oh."

"For the first time I have insomnia and L's out like a rock," Light chuckled. "I almost want to wake him up as revenge for the thousands of times he's done that to me."

"You two live together?" Mail asked.

"We were roommates before we started dating," Light explained. "He didn't let me sleep when we were just friends either."

"You're still roommates?" Mail couldn't help asking.

"Yeah," Light answered. "It was a little awkward at first, but our relationship was never normal."

"That's nice." Mail received a quizzical look, and elaborated. "It's nice that you know you guys aren't normal and don't need to be. I mean, if I were in a relationship, I would want that."

"I thought Mihael said something about you having an online boyfriend," Light wondered.

"We're not dating," Mail wasn't sure how to explain him and Mello. Michael must have only mentioned it when he was convincing Light to illegally pick him up from the bus stop. "Actually we don't really know each other."

"Not in real life?"

"We sort of met once." Mail took this opportunity to change the subject. "Can I ask your advice for something?"

"Sure," Light answered without hesitation. "What's up?"

"Have you ever liked two people at once?" Mail could hardly believe that he was admitting this question to himself, much less asking the help of someone that he had only met that day.

"I'm guessing that the two people you're referring to would me Mihael and your online boy," Light reasoned.

"Yeah," Mail hadn't wanted to tell him this much, but he couldn't easily lie to that pointed of a question.

"You just said that you don't even know him, so I don't see your issue here," Light said flatly.

"Never mind," Mail was regretting starting this conversation in the first place, and stood up to leave the room. "Forget I asked."

"Wait," Light rose from his chair to stop Mail from leaving. "That was rude of me. Maybe you could explain the situation a little more."

"Really, it's okay—" Mail tried to tell him.

"No," Light cut him off. "I want to help if I can."

"Okay," Mail sank back into the chair.

"Can you tell me why you like this boy that you haven't met?"

Before Mail could fully register what he was doing, he had explained to Light how he started messaging someone that he had met on a gaming website and had coincidentally met the same person at a Halloween party. How he had been almost certain that it was Mello after hearing the other boy call him by the name, and how talking to Mello later that night had confirmed this. He decided to leave out Mello's name as he told the story, wanting to keep at least one detail to himself.

"Why didn't you tell him who you were when he told you about the party?" Light inquired.

"I didn't want to freak him out," Mail said sheepishly. "Looking back I think that was the only time that I could have told him, but, for some reason, I was convinced that I could find him and tell him in person."

"And you didn't," Light made sure.

"I tried," Mail knew this hardly counted for anything. "Well, I tried hard at first, but recently I've been distracted."

"Because you realized you also like Mihael?"

"Pretty much," Mail sighed. "I don't know why I'm making such a big deal about this. It's not like I have a chance with either of them. One of them I've only met in person once, and probably never will meet again. And even that is more likely than Mihael being interested in me."

"You're saying that after he heroically recused you today?"

"He's a good friend," Mail had to smile a little at Light's question. "But I know he doesn't think of me like that."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because, if he did, he would hate me," Mail honestly felt like hating himself. "Since we met I've been spending half of my time talking about how I'm going to find that boy from Halloween. If Mihael actually liked me I'm sure listening to that nonstop would have driven him insane."

"Maybe you're not giving him enough credit, he could just want you to be happy," Light suggested.

"If L loved someone else would you just want him to be happy or would you feel angry and jealous?" Mail countered.

"Fair point," Light hesitantly agreed. "So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know," Mail's gaze traced the table in front for him. "What would you do?"

Light thought for a moment before answering.

"If I were you, I'd figure out what my feelings were before I did anything," he said.

"If that were as easy as you put it I wouldn't be having a problem at all," Mail pointed out.

"I know," Light told him. "But you can't do anything unless you realize which one of them you want to be with. I understand that you are attracted to both of them, but it's unfair to all three of you if you act on either attraction while part of you is still drawn to the other. Also, as Mihael's brother's boyfriend it's sort of my job to kill you if I find out that you're doing that to Mihael."

"Wouldn't it be one of his actual brother's job?"

"Yes, but the murderous one is in America and the other two don't want to stoop to his level," Light didn't miss a beat as he said this.

"Oh," Mail pretended that he understood what Light had just said so that he would continue. "So, what do I do when I figure things out?"

"That part is up to you," Light stated. "But I think that you should be honest with whoever you choose, and I don't think that you should rule out the possibility of either of them having feelings for you."

"Okay," Mail took this in.

"And," Light grinned. "My last piece of advice to you is to go to sleep now and spend tomorrow worrying about everything we just talked about."

"That's also easier said than done," Mail stood up to leave the room none the less. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

This is officially the nicest I've ever written Light. Who knew making him a side character who deduct from the arrogance!

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