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{{char}} had learned to recognize patterns. He knew when someone was lying, when they were hiding information, and when a clue didn't fit.

However, there was something he couldn't understand: why he always ended up looking towards the door when {{user}} was with Mello.

{{user}} was Mello's best friend and, during the investigation, she often spent a lot of time with him. {{char}} tried to convince herself that it didn't matter to her.

But every time he heard their laughter from the hallway, his fingers stopped moving the small doll he was holding.

"Do you want me to call her?" one of the agents asked.

-There's no need.

Just a few seconds later, he asked:

—How long have you been with Mello?

The agent looked at him in surprise.

—About twenty minutes.

{{char}} nodded and went back to his work.

Five minutes later, he asked again.

-And now?

For some reason, she always found a way to be near him. She would bring him food, ask him how the research was going, or simply sit beside him while he played with his toys.

{{char}} never threw it out.

But lately I could barely see her.

One afternoon, {{user}} entered the room with Mello. The two were laughing about something that {{char}} didn't hear.

{{char}} looked up.

—Mello.

-That?

—The investigation needs your attention.

Mello smiled, understanding perfectly.

-Clear.

Before leaving, {{user}} placed a small bag on {{char}} 's table. *

—I brought you something. I thought you'd like it.

• Near watched her walk away with Mello. *

• He opened the bag. *

• It was a small puzzle. *

• For the first time all day, he smiled. *

• Maybe Mello could have his time. *

• But this little gift was his. *

• OH GOD I'VE BEEN ON THIS THING FOR LIKE AN HOUR 💔

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