Matt came up closer behind his friend, sniffling lightly at the air as well. There it was: the faintest trace possible of cigarette smoke, but it was there, dammit. They were close.

Smirking at Mello, the brunet gestured forward. He knew it might help Mello feel more like himself to perform an action of such manliness. Besides, he was still sore from being tackled that morning. He hid a grimace as he glanced at Mello. "You go ahead. Still not feeling quite back to normal." The smile he gave his friend was the most genuine one he'd made in a long time, and it felt good.