[And Mello can see it in Setsuna — can feel feel it himself, even. That subtle, fleeting attraction he felt on the roof, now exasperated by close proximity. The chip — it's the chip and that is exactly what this situation is about — and yet it still presents a challenge, watching Setsuna look at him. And even that hint of jealousy — possessiveness — suddenly seems fresh, rekindled by mere close vicinity. No, Mello is going to resist this, because Setsuna has already tossed around the word like with little care, and because this is exactly why they are sitting here, alone, with a knife and a gun.]

I'm not asking for your opinion.

[It's a little more biting than he intends for it to be, because if Setsuna isn't going to cut into him, Mello is going to have to do it himself and that is far more dangerous. Not to mention, sitting so closely without a real purpose may lead to temptation, and with a chip in his head already, Mello does not want to put up with that.]

I'm not asking you to stab me or slit my throat. Just cut carefully.

[Mello moves in closer, to where any more movement will result in touch. Maybe if he manipulates this situation...]

Come on. I need help.