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i don't exactly know what i mean by that, but i mean it.
Congratulations.
[Near, unbelievably, doesn't grimace when he says it. He doesn't sigh or frown. He doesn't look like he's bitten into a very sour lemon that's covered in mud. He might not be willing to look up at Mello, yes, obviously, but he's busy looking down at his hands and the hair that he's winding around his fingers. These days, he can more or less play a game of cat's cradle with himself. He has to find new avenues of amusement when he's confined to a bed.]
Lidner said... [Now he hazards half of a glance at Mello. He regrets it, if only because Mello has the look of someone worth a million--no, a billion--no, it has to be a trillion dollars, right? That's the approximate amount of money Mello just prevented in damages to the European Union.] She told me you made quick work of it. [Near was coughing up blood when Mello first sunk his teeth into this case. He's doing better now, even though everything still hurts and he still isn't interested in climbing out from under the covers. That's why Mello had to come down to his sickroom, presumably to let him know about the good news. It's definitely good news. For L, it's downright fantastic news. For Near, it's the first case he's ever fucked up to such a catastrophic degree. If Mello hadn't turned up when he did, no worse for wear, then Near wouldn't have been able to close out this case on his own. L's impeccable record would have amounted to a bucket of piss.
Near's eyes are feeling all gross and sticky. He rubs at one, blurring away his glimpse of Mello.]
A full day before the deadline I had imposed, even.
[Near, unbelievably, doesn't grimace when he says it. He doesn't sigh or frown. He doesn't look like he's bitten into a very sour lemon that's covered in mud. He might not be willing to look up at Mello, yes, obviously, but he's busy looking down at his hands and the hair that he's winding around his fingers. These days, he can more or less play a game of cat's cradle with himself. He has to find new avenues of amusement when he's confined to a bed.]
Lidner said... [Now he hazards half of a glance at Mello. He regrets it, if only because Mello has the look of someone worth a million--no, a billion--no, it has to be a trillion dollars, right? That's the approximate amount of money Mello just prevented in damages to the European Union.] She told me you made quick work of it. [Near was coughing up blood when Mello first sunk his teeth into this case. He's doing better now, even though everything still hurts and he still isn't interested in climbing out from under the covers. That's why Mello had to come down to his sickroom, presumably to let him know about the good news. It's definitely good news. For L, it's downright fantastic news. For Near, it's the first case he's ever fucked up to such a catastrophic degree. If Mello hadn't turned up when he did, no worse for wear, then Near wouldn't have been able to close out this case on his own. L's impeccable record would have amounted to a bucket of piss.
Near's eyes are feeling all gross and sticky. He rubs at one, blurring away his glimpse of Mello.]
A full day before the deadline I had imposed, even.