'Poor Halle' by Melissa
| Inspired by Chapter 11: Uncertain Threats |
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"Hal, I know you're upset." "Upset?" Hal rounded on him. "Am I upset? Am I really, Mello? Do you know, I'm not actually surprised about him, because every single, solitary time me and Matt meet, he's pulling something like this. I shouldn't have trusted the little shit, even if he was bleeding all over my doorstep. But you!" She glared down at him. "You have always been on the level with me, Mello. I might not like your point of view, but it was an honest one. What on earth possessed you to pull a stunt like this?" Mello touched her arm. Hal grabbed it, twisting, until he would have hit the floor, but he danced backwards. "Ok! Ok!" Mello's hands came up in supplication. "I've pissed you off and I'm sorry. But Hal! Calm." He smiled at her, though his eyes had narrowed, watching her. His voice became low, "Hal, I'm sorry. We needed to be sure. You'll see the sense in it once you understand our motivation." |
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