Black chess piece (a sick Near, who probably will deny it) ~cottonfluffdetective
“Near, stop touching me.” Mello replied without bothering to take his eyes away from the screen where he was watching ‘Grace and Frankie’. It was pretty comical considering he too was a raging gay. Luckily he’d never been in denial, divorces were messy.
“You’re sick. And if you get me sick, I’m going to kill you.” Reaching over to the side table, still without looking, he picked up his gun and waved it in Near’s face for emphasis. It was about then that he realized perhaps he should be taking care of Near instead of threatening him.
“Oh wait. Did you want something?” He asked, finally turning to look at him. Narrowing his eyes he examined the small sheep like boy, who was obviously sick. Clear from the sweat beading on his forehead, the red ting to his face, the little wheeze as he inhaled. Ew.
“Here’s some chocolate.” He traded the gun for the chocolate that had been sitting next to it. “It always makes me feel better.” When in doubt, chocolate fixes everything.