Mello smirked as he dropped into the chair opposite him, spreading his legs out and sprawling comfortably, taking far more space than you'd expect such a small, slender person to manage. "I see some things don't change." Not even death could break Matt's addictions, though he didn't have any room to talk.

He looked Matt over, gaze sweeping him from head to toe and back again casually, relieved to find that he looked fine. Tired, but they'd both been tired, by the end. No blood or visible wounds, though. Mello hadn't expected any, but you never know. He was more surprised that he didn't hold a grudge about the way he kicked the bucket; Mello probably would, in his place.

The waitress brought the drinks and he grinned at the chocolate shake. Trust Matt to be too damn impatient to wait, though it was unexpected of him to have ordered him something. Matt wasn't usually that thoughtful and he wondered if something were up. "I assume I'm paying?" Not that Mello minded, but he doubted his partner/friend/whatever had figured out the currency here yet.