Sighing, Nate pushed his plate away and stood up, heading up the stairs and pulling Mail with him.

"I feel ill," Near admitted, causing Linda to hug him again.

"...Linda, why don't you show Near to his room." Mello offered. "And someone go get that other kid before he throws a fit."

"I'm right here!" Light huffed, rather angrily.

"Come on, you look exhausted," Linda said as she tugged her brother down the hall, toward the master bedroom.

--

Nate took a seat on the bean-bag chair in his and Matt's shared room, motioning for Mail to find a seat.

"I really hope it's not 'sit down' news." Mail murmured beside the door.

"Just sit, please?" Nate sighed. "And close the door behind yourself..."

"It's really got Mihael upset." Mail closed the door and sat on the bed.

"I'd imagine so," Nate sighed. "It will probably upset you, too..."

"...Then...why tell me?" Mail asked.

"We're friends, right?" Nate asked, frowning.

"Of course we are...so if it was something about...about you..." Mail attempted.

"I'm going to die," Nate said as gently as possible.

Mail was quiet before he nodded and got up.

"Okay." Was all he replied with.

"Mail!" Nate cried in surprise, getting to his feet as well.

"Yeah?" Mail turned from the door- where he had been headed.

"Why are you walking out?" Nate asked, looking a little hurt.

"...Was there something else you wanted to say?" Mail asked- turning to Nate completely.