[Mint]

Mello stared- sure that he'd died or gone completely bat-shit insane. The boy that was resting- almost peacefully, it seemed -beneath the folds of the sheets and blankets couldn't be who he seemed. It was impossible and even in his drug induced state he knew that. But there he was. Soft features, curly black hair, milky skin- though not nearly has stark-white as Near. But there he was.

"Naveen..." Mello breathed.