As soon as they stepped into the next hallway, Matt reached over and gripped Mello's elbow - lightly at first, a sign of hesitation. Then, after another moment, he looked up at the blond's eyes, giving him his usual blank look, and tightened his grip for barely a moment. Then he let go and started walking forward, down the hallway. He knew they would have headed upstairs after the doctor's office - what for, he wasn't sure, but Matt needed something - anything - to help him work off the adrenaline and fear that was still coursing through him from the sight of Mello running into the fight with his tight leather pants around his ankles.

Taking the lead in the hopes that he would be able to burn off the anxiety that was probably rolling off him in waves, Matt glanced over his shoulder at his friend. "When you catch your breath, mind lettin' me know what he said?" It was a long shot, but he figured Mello had paid more attention learning German than he had; it took all sorts of random skills for someone to be number one, after all. Or try to be, anyway.