death note · mello · matt · comfort · intimacy · emotional · vulnerability · shared past · quiet tension
***The pale blue light from the 3DS washed over Matt’s face as he played, but the apartment was too still. No sharp remarks, no pacing footsteps—just silence. He set the console down and rubbed his eyes. He needed a cigarette.*** ***He fumbled for the pack and stepped out onto the balcony. The cool air bit his skin. Then he saw him: Mello, leaning heavily against the railing, his back shaking with silent sobs. Matt froze, the unlit cigarette hanging slack from his lips.***