Artemis' eyes narrowed in thought. Near. A cocky brat who Mello had a problem with because of his intelligence. That sounded a lot like...
N. Nate. Near. It made sense. The corner of Artemis' mouth turned up in amusement. "This is your own personal hell, isn't it Mello? Surrounded by people you hate," he wheezed. He found he was still winded, and had some trouble breathing. No doubt that would go away soon enough, though. "And people who remind you of the people you hate. Hell truly is other people, isn't it?"
With some difficulty and the aid of the desk, Artemis managed to stand when Schuldig held something out to him. Slightly confused, Artemis took it and tried to make out what it was in the dim light. After a few moments of examining it, Artemis' jaw dropped.
"How...? Nevermind," he said, opening the new CD player. Inside was a CD, a general mix of classical music that Artemis knew he would enjoy. He hadn't listened to anything in days. And he could share it with Haku as well.
Overwhelmed by the situation and the gift, Artemis felt his throat tightening and tears coming to him. To think he'd almost given up, when he had so many allies to call on. People who listened, to even the most mundane things. Carefully, Artemis moved one step at a time to Schuldig and hugged the assassin around the middle.
"Why?" he asked. That question couldn't be answered with, 'Hello, telepath.' at least.
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N. Nate. Near. It made sense. The corner of Artemis' mouth turned up in amusement. "This is your own personal hell, isn't it Mello? Surrounded by people you hate," he wheezed. He found he was still winded, and had some trouble breathing. No doubt that would go away soon enough, though. "And people who remind you of the people you hate. Hell truly is other people, isn't it?"
With some difficulty and the aid of the desk, Artemis managed to stand when Schuldig held something out to him. Slightly confused, Artemis took it and tried to make out what it was in the dim light. After a few moments of examining it, Artemis' jaw dropped.
"How...? Nevermind," he said, opening the new CD player. Inside was a CD, a general mix of classical music that Artemis knew he would enjoy. He hadn't listened to anything in days. And he could share it with Haku as well.
Overwhelmed by the situation and the gift, Artemis felt his throat tightening and tears coming to him. To think he'd almost given up, when he had so many allies to call on. People who listened, to even the most mundane things. Carefully, Artemis moved one step at a time to Schuldig and hugged the assassin around the middle.
"Why?" he asked. That question couldn't be answered with, 'Hello, telepath.' at least.