Mello x Near

Boy x Boy. Don't like, Don't read.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or any of the characters. Even if I wish I did.

"Why are you wearing those?" Near asked, pointing to Mello's sunglasses. It was raining and slightly overcast. Mello handed them to him.
"Put them on and look up." He said as their finger tips brushed together. Near saw the action but couldn't feel it. He wanted desperately to touch those fingers with his own and hold them there, then to lace them through the other boys. He wanted to show him how much he cared for him. He took the sunglasses and did as he was told. A raindrop fell onto the lense and he flinched at the sudden contact being so close to his eyes. He closed them and stood there for a minute. Mello watched him carefully, taking in every feature of the boys peaceful face. He brought his hand to his own shoulder and rested it there, looking back down at the ground. Near turned to him, admiring the way the raindrops on his glasses distorted the older ones figure. Suddenly his eyes saddened. There was always something to bring back to- ironically- reality.
"Mello..." He started. Mello glanced at him but quickly turned back to his staring contest with the ground. He already knew what Near wanted to say. More so, what he wanted to ask. But it was a question they both knew the answer to. And sadly, it was the answer neither of them wanted. Was he just a figment of Nears imagination?