As Matt finished off the cigarette he was smoking, he dropped it right there on the floor and smashed it out with the toe of his boot as he yanked another one out for himself, and one for Mello. The blond seemed like he needed it, after all.
He glared at his own shadow as he listened to his friend's, as if to tell it, Just try something like that, see what I do.
...probably, he'd do nothing. But his shadow didn't have to know that.
Still, as they walked on, Matt trying his best to keep up with Mello and his mouthy shadow, his own did nothing; it just followed along the wall, like it was supposed to. Like a good shadow, was all Matt could think as he continued along down the hallway, making sure to stick close to his friend – and pointedly ignoring Mello's doppelganger.
He couldn't ignore their... weird conversation of sorts, but Matt was trying hard not to let any part of it really get to him. It didn't really seem to be his place, to butt into what was essentially Mello berating himself, an act that, until recently, had obviously been an internal affair. Matt himself had never really been one to second-guess himself the way he was sure now that his friend always had been, beneath the surface; it was somewhat disturbing, for that kind of private chaos to be brought to the outside. The brunet sincerely hoped he would never have to endure it.
Of course, he couldn't feel sorry for Mello - no, the blond deserved what he got, especially if he couldn't deal with his own shadow. It was a lousy of Landel to pull that sort of trick on someone, but it wouldn't be for much longer, he knew, and the shadow apparently wasn't going to physically harm them any more than they already were.
...there wasn't really anything he could say to it. It was obviously just going to keep messing with Mello's head; all Matt could possibly do was remind the blond just how hard he'd worked to get as far as they had. Which, yes, wasn't as far as they'd both expected themselves to be, but progress was still progress, nonetheless.
Instead of addressing the shadow, he looked straight at Mello, his expression blank and calm. His nose had finally stopped bleeding, so he ditched the shirt quickly before telling the other boy, "Dude, just- Just ignore it. It wants you to get all riled up and pissy, like you do, but you shouldn't give it what it wants.
"...we've made it this far, haven't we? It might not seem like much, but at least we're trying something. We haven't given up yet- And I doubt we will." He slowed his steps, watching the blond intently. "At least, I hope we don't." With that said, he gave his friend a meaningful look.
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He glared at his own shadow as he listened to his friend's, as if to tell it, Just try something like that, see what I do.
...probably, he'd do nothing. But his shadow didn't have to know that.
Still, as they walked on, Matt trying his best to keep up with Mello and his mouthy shadow, his own did nothing; it just followed along the wall, like it was supposed to. Like a good shadow, was all Matt could think as he continued along down the hallway, making sure to stick close to his friend – and pointedly ignoring Mello's doppelganger.
He couldn't ignore their... weird conversation of sorts, but Matt was trying hard not to let any part of it really get to him. It didn't really seem to be his place, to butt into what was essentially Mello berating himself, an act that, until recently, had obviously been an internal affair. Matt himself had never really been one to second-guess himself the way he was sure now that his friend always had been, beneath the surface; it was somewhat disturbing, for that kind of private chaos to be brought to the outside. The brunet sincerely hoped he would never have to endure it.
Of course, he couldn't feel sorry for Mello - no, the blond deserved what he got, especially if he couldn't deal with his own shadow. It was a lousy of Landel to pull that sort of trick on someone, but it wouldn't be for much longer, he knew, and the shadow apparently wasn't going to physically harm them any more than they already were.
...there wasn't really anything he could say to it. It was obviously just going to keep messing with Mello's head; all Matt could possibly do was remind the blond just how hard he'd worked to get as far as they had. Which, yes, wasn't as far as they'd both expected themselves to be, but progress was still progress, nonetheless.
Instead of addressing the shadow, he looked straight at Mello, his expression blank and calm. His nose had finally stopped bleeding, so he ditched the shirt quickly before telling the other boy, "Dude, just- Just ignore it. It wants you to get all riled up and pissy, like you do, but you shouldn't give it what it wants.
"...we've made it this far, haven't we? It might not seem like much, but at least we're trying something. We haven't given up yet- And I doubt we will." He slowed his steps, watching the blond intently. "At least, I hope we don't." With that said, he gave his friend a meaningful look.