"You'll hate it here, then." There weren't many of Matt's usual pursuits around; he'd heard plenty of bitching about it before. Mello would have to work to keep him busy or he'd drive them both nuts. Not that Mello wasn't damn bored as well.

He caught Matt eyeing his chocolate and glared. Unlike the prinnies, Matt knew better than that. Mello was glad to see him, but that didn't mean he was going to share his chocolate! That was a privilege he'd have to earn, if he got it at all.

Groping him, on the other hand, was something Mello didn't mind at all, especially when it was Matt doing it. "No reason to," he agreed. "I like that about you." Mello was hardly likely to seek out reticence in a best friend. Matt had always been up for almost anything and that was the way he preferred it. It was hardly a secret.

Mello looked at Matt, standing far too close to be accidental, and grinned. Even without the months Mello had spent alone, he was obviously nearly as eager. But dying could do that to you, so it wasn't much of a surprise. Nothing like a taste of death to make you want to prove you were alive. Speaking of a taste... Mello took a step closer, narrowing the distance even further, and reached for Matt, pulling him close and kissing him. So what if people stared? He wouldn't have cared even if the people were real and he cared even less here.