[He's standing a few paces back from the door by the time Near opens it, looking off the porch into the distance of the rest of the city, weighing whether he should stay any longer or leave. His phone's in his hand, tapping nervously back and forth against his arm, both of which are crossed tightly over his chest. Reflexively, he turns to face the door when he hears it opening, mouth drawn into a worried line that pulls tighter still when his gaze falls on Near. He can see, quite clearly, how Near is holding the injured shoulder, just as he clearly remembers twisting and pulling Near's arm hard and wrong enough to dislocate the bones. Mello has perhaps never felt a stronger wave of shame and regret than he does right now, and his gaze drops from Near to the surface of the porch at his feet.]
I won't take long.
[Mello unfolds his arms long enough to slide his phone into his pocket, quickly drawing up a mental catalogue of the belongings he's here to retrieve. He has even less to pack this time than the last time - five years ago - when he left the place where he and Near both lived: a single book, a bottle of nail polish, his pistol, the spare clip, half a dozen knives. Almost all of that can be tucked away in the pockets of his coat. There are extra clothes and a second pair of shoes in the closet, but they're not important - he can always find others in the shops. The hula girl in the window can stay. A pair of novelty sunglasses on the desk, but why bother hiding his face anymore? Misa disappeared weeks ago, and the demon made sure everyone in this place saw his face.]
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I won't take long.
[Mello unfolds his arms long enough to slide his phone into his pocket, quickly drawing up a mental catalogue of the belongings he's here to retrieve. He has even less to pack this time than the last time - five years ago - when he left the place where he and Near both lived: a single book, a bottle of nail polish, his pistol, the spare clip, half a dozen knives. Almost all of that can be tucked away in the pockets of his coat. There are extra clothes and a second pair of shoes in the closet, but they're not important - he can always find others in the shops. The hula girl in the window can stay. A pair of novelty sunglasses on the desk, but why bother hiding his face anymore? Misa disappeared weeks ago, and the demon made sure everyone in this place saw his face.]