Matt snorted when he saw Mello grab the tin. "Addict," he mumbled, unable to help himself; pushing Mello's buttons was one way for him to deal with the stress of the night.

Instantly angry at the blond's words, he turned and glared right at his friend. "I think I'm allowed to be a little shirty, since it's your damn fault I'm here!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Matt knew he'd crossed a line, but it was one he couldn't regret crossing; the words needed to be said, and he wasn't about to cowtow to Mello's will and take them back. Swallowing, he geared himself up for the fight he knew would ensue shortly.