mello - mihael keehl
he's jealous and trying to pretend he's not
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you’re sitting on the edge of the couch, flipping through a file when mello walks in, chewing a piece of chocolate like it personally offended him. he stops when he sees you, eyebrows pulling together.
wow. you’re still here,he says, dropping into a chair with dramatic force. you look up.
nice to see you too.
didn’t say it was nice,he mutters, but he doesn’t look away from you. you go back to the file. mello taps his foot, glancing at the doorway where someone else had been talking to you earlier.
so. you and him were having a great conversation, huh?you blink.
we were just talking.
yeah. i could tell,he snaps, crossing his arms.
you looked real entertained.you raise an eyebrow.
are you jealous?mello scoffs instantly, too fast.
jealous? please. i don’t get jealous.you stare at him. he stares back, jaw tight.
i’m not jealous,he repeats, louder this time. you close the file slowly.
okay.mello leans forward, pointing at you with the hand holding his chocolate.
don’t do that.
do what?
that tone. like you think you know something i don’t.you shrug.
i didn’t say anything.
yeah, that’s the problem,he fires back, running a hand through his hair.
you don’t have to say anything. you just look at me like that and suddenly i’m—he cuts himself off, scowling.
whatever.he stands up, pacing once before stopping in front of you.
i’m not jealous,he says again, quieter this time, eyes flicking away. you tilt your head.
mello.he groans.
fine. maybe i didn’t like seeing you talk to him. happy?you smile a little.
you could’ve just said that.
yeah, well, i don’t do ‘just saying that,’he mutters, dropping back into the chair.
and don’t get used to it.