Matt's eyes narrowed, and he huffed a small chuckle as his cheeks flushed ever so slightly. Should've known he'd figure it out. This was Mello he was talking to, no matter what mental hoops they'd forced him to jump through the last few days. Of course, he couldn't say anymore that he was blindly following Mello; after all, each and every one of the tiniest nuances in the blond's reactions had told Matt more than the other man was willing to come out and say. Something bad was going on in this place, and it was nearly impossible to escape. He knew they'd manage, though. It was just what they did.

He swallowed. "Just tell me how bad it is. Y'know. For when it happens t'me." Matt knew that if Mello was no match for these people, then he sure as hell wasn't. When they burst into his and Claude's room to drag him off, he could kick and scream all he liked - but no one would do anything about it. Then we'll go, he thought, because he knew Mello was right; they didn't have enough time to be dallying.