"I've noticed." Mello scoffed, trying to draw away from him again. "Be patient all you want. I'm never going to let you do what you want. I am not an object to keep." And if he ever did let him, Mello thought grimly, he'd have to be out of his mind. The problem, of course, was that he knew he was slowly heading in that direction.

He needed to get out of here. He needed help.

...No, help should have come long ago, if it was coming. He was on his own.