My brother, you love her (but don't give up your instincts)
N is sitting on the bed, paging through a large encyclopedia. He's been staying unnaturally close to this room since he's gotten back--whether or not it's because he still has nightmares of Light blowing his brains out, or if he's just thankful enough to stay close, it's not quite defined. Still. His demeanor could almost even be classified as 'happy', if you knew him well enough.
A small smile perks, just barely hidden in the corner of his mouth, as he flips through another page and scans it quietly.
It really is good to be back.
A small smile perks, just barely hidden in the corner of his mouth, as he flips through another page and scans it quietly.
It really is good to be back.