[Mello notices him move closer. A terrible idea. They are supposed to be conducting research, taking notes, developing a plan to bring down the city. Proximity is going to be too much of a deterrent from the mission. Mello knows he needs to take a step away, to increase distance once more so they can return the conversation from petty, trivial matters that have absolutely no value to the goal.
He doesn't. He lingers next to Dean, though he keeps his attention ahead — tries to stay focused on the path, the few people they pass, anything that is even remotely relevant to learning about the city.
They brush arms — such a simple contact, and yet Mello finds it extremely distracting. Uncharacteristically so. Before Ariel — before the chip — he would never have been so easily derailed.]
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[Mello notices him move closer. A terrible idea. They are supposed to be conducting research, taking notes, developing a plan to bring down the city. Proximity is going to be too much of a deterrent from the mission. Mello knows he needs to take a step away, to increase distance once more so they can return the conversation from petty, trivial matters that have absolutely no value to the goal.
He doesn't. He lingers next to Dean, though he keeps his attention ahead — tries to stay focused on the path, the few people they pass, anything that is even remotely relevant to learning about the city.
They brush arms — such a simple contact, and yet Mello finds it extremely distracting. Uncharacteristically so. Before Ariel — before the chip — he would never have been so easily derailed.]
You'd look good in leather.