Sharp blue eyes swiveled around to the source of footsteps soon enough, coming toward him from down the street, and he pushed himself off the wall to stand straighter as if the cold wasn't getting to him. There was a moment, a quick blink when he wasn't certain for a second, and then Mello's eyes narrowed as he watched Matt near. He was definitely limping, and pretty heavily too.

Mello took a few steps forward to meet him, trying to meet the redhead's eyes behind the large glasses, and taking off his own to slip them into his jacket pocket. The gun remained loosely in one hand, though he didn't even think about it. He focused solely on Matt, eyes scanning his body for more injuries and frowning slightly.

"Matt, if you're hurt, you should have just told me where you were and I'd have found you," he pointed out strictly.