Mello was virtually shaking. He had no idea how he had managed to survive out there, but somehow he had. Blood and steel and gunsmoke, people injured, dead or dying, and he was still alive. Barely a scratch on him. All the same, he couldn't quite bring himself to let go of his sword.
When Gilbert kissed him, he was momentarily surprised but returned the favor just as fiercely. His free hand reached up to the Nation's neck, keeping them close until they gasped for air, and Mello held on to him as if that was the only thing that kept him real.
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Date: 2009-11-27 10:28 pm (UTC)When Gilbert kissed him, he was momentarily surprised but returned the favor just as fiercely. His free hand reached up to the Nation's neck, keeping them close until they gasped for air, and Mello held on to him as if that was the only thing that kept him real.