[Again, he's tossing and turning, and the thick scent of stale alcohol stings his nose a bit; it's filled the room for the past two days, because that's all Matt can stand to do anymore, is just drink, sleep, and drink some more. He's not proud of it, but he can't really get himself to be ashamed, either.
What little sleep he's gotten has been
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Worry jolts him when he sees the door ajar, but there's Matt in the bed, just fine. Mello pushes the door open enough to step in, debates asking permission, but fuck it. He crawls into the bed next to Matt, not touching him, just breathing in that smoky scent. Fuck, he missed it.]
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