Companionable (ish.)

[coordinated_n]

Evil-A has left, the bruises have healed, things are patched up, and Near is back, knocking on N's door, book under his arm.

Poised to come in whether he likes it or not.

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[near_your_enemy]

It's been a week.

A full week.

N is going crazy, all cooped up alone in his room--a room for two, so there should be two, and Mihael isn't there. He's more than worried, more than concerned, and it's completely tearing him apart. N does not handle worry well. He's storming, pacing, raging with it, ready to just rip his hair out and go insane.

The knock on the door makes his heart leap for a moment, before settling back, because Mihael wouldn't knock, and when he opens the door, he finds the first and last person he'd ever want to see in this kind of rage.

"...what."

[coordinated_n]

You sound terrible.

*Maybe they won't end up reading.*

Invite me in.

[near_your_enemy]

"I'm fine."

A solid glare, and he hates that Near can't see it. "And. No."

[coordinated_n]

*He pushes in, anyways.*

Come on, N.