"Yeah, I know violence turns you on, blondie." Grinning through it all, he hummed contentedly, fingers still making work of memorizing him. He often forgot how damaged Mello was; it wasn't exactly something he tried to focus on. Didn't make him any less Mello, though; in fact, it added to him. Molded him into more, developed. Matt liked him like that. Some people were too simple; Mello was anything but.

He hadn't really meant to ignore Mello's statements, his mind was just too focused on the 'what if' that was creeping across his mind almost constantly. He didn't want to think about it. Really didn't. But he had, unfortunately, not learned the voluntary action of turning off his thought process. He'd need to work on it.

Not that it mattered; it was promptly done for him when Mello started kissing him. Dropping down on the bed beside the blond, he let a hand rest on his hip, sliding up and around his back to hold him closer. Matt definitely craved affection from his counterpart, and when it was granted, it took everything Matt had not to just simply go limp and let Mello completely take over.