Mello didn't push away... well that was good enough, he supposed. Duo relaxed, made himself comfortable in that position- it was nice, the warm, the being close to him and...

He wondered just then, what he was doing here at all. It wasn't a feeling of regret, but of curiosity, at himself. What he was doing, why.. how he'd gotten here. And of all people, gotten here with Mello. Rather the last person he'd ever expected to end up close to like this, no less physically.

Well maybe not the last, necessarily.