The humming was tolerable, although Mello's attention was cursory. He didn't want to leave them, in case Fai stopped breathing again, but for now, the man seemed like he'd last until day.

Overall, the night had been a success. He'd gotten the tools to modify his radio, made two potential allies, and helped save someone's life. That should be worth a few favors. He wouldn't have time to work on the radio before the night ended, but it would be easy to break the scissors into two parts and give one to L's roommate or Misora.

He was pleased with himself, and he made no attempt to hide it. Mello took the scissors from his waistband and twirled them on one finger as he half-listened to Fai's humming and waited for morning to begin.