Mello's irritation at the announcement about video games directly corresponded to how gleeful he knew Matt would be at hearing it, and fine, he was still bothered by that incident in the library. He'd told Matt the first damn night he'd spent here that he was tired of having the same fight over and over. By now it was unspeakably infuriating.

So maybe he'd let the prick stew in his own juices for a while, and do things alone. He shouldn't have believed that just because they'd been friends years ago, just because Matt had come to help him in a future he hadn't lived yet, that things would be the same here. Naïve, really; a reminder of exactly why Mello had never allowed himself the luxury of counting on anyone else. As if he hasn't seen you too clearly for your own comfort all along, up to and including knowing that the real issue here is how you can't fucking stand anything being out of your control. Mello simply ignored the unwanted internal commentary, in grudging admission that he couldn't argue with it effectively.

He spotted S.T. stationed at Donkey Kong. Another uncomfortable reminder of the problems inherent in relying on people, even unwillingly: they saw you at your worst, when you'd rather no one had seen you at all. Still, he almost certainly had helpful information, so Mello went over. He didn't claim the other controller.

"S.T.," he said, with a nod of greeting.