Mello spent the next day extremely abusing the stress ball. By dinner time it already had the faint imprints of his fingers where he gripped it. He had to admit it was helping a little. Even though Matt never could seem to figure out what he was doing to get the blond riled up, he could at least recognize when it was happening, and hopefully try to appease him a little.

"Hey Mell, do you wanna go out somewhere for dinner? Light offered to take us."

"Why did he do that? I guess, I'm pretty hungry."

"I dunno," Matt said with a shrug. "It's what friends do."

"And stalkers."

"Well he's a nice stalker, if he is one. Come on, you know he's a good guy. What should we get? Seafood? Steak?"

"Seafood. But I want a place with a good dessert menu. I need some chocolate."

"Light knows good places. I'll just ask him, 'kay?"

Mello rolled his eyes a bit. "Alright, Matt. I know you think he's so cultured."

"Don't get so touchy." Matt grinned. "You're still my favorite." After getting a somewhat satisfied look from the blond, Matt called Light for a little of his restaurant expertise. In the end, Light convinced them to just follow his directions while they drove and meet him at a restaurant they hadn't heard of before. After assuring them there was chocolate for dessert, of course.

When Mello got out of the car, he looked up at the restaurant. Aside from having an impossible to pronounce name, it was definitely out of their price range, even with Light paying. Not to mention out of their league. He couldn't even imagine how awkward he would be in there, let alone Matt.

"Well this is nice…but it looks like one of those places you need to dress up for."

"Oh, it is," Light said with a shrug as he stepped out of his car. "That's why I brought you two something to wear. God knows neither of you have any nice suits lying around." He handed them both a couple of dark suits that looked pretty close to the one he had on before continuing. "They should fit. Change in the back seat of your car or something. Go on."

Glaring a little at Light's bossiness, Mello got back in the car and closed the door to change. When he put the suit on, he wasn't sure if he was relieved that it really did fit, or concerned that the man apparently knew both of their measurements. He knew that guy was creepy.

Meanwhile, Matt was still trying to get the buttons in the right holes of his suit's jacket, wondering why he couldn't have had a nice striped tie. Eventually Mello got tired of waiting and pulled the redhead out of the car, not able to help frowning a little when he saw that Matt's suit was decidedly much nicer than his own. And that every other button on the jacket was in the wrong place.

Light laughed (that little charming laugh that Mello couldn't help disliking) and fixed the buttons, earning him a thankful grin from Matt. Eventually they managed to get seated and order their food, which was brought to them fairly quickly. Mello watched his friend all but shovel food into his mouth, shaking his head.

"Thanks for taking us here, Light. But I hope you realize Matt will ruin that suit before dinner's over."

"I don't doubt it. It's no big deal, he can keep it."

"You're weird."

"If you say so. So, I heard you're going to a psychiatrist."

"For his temper," Matt supplied in a moment between bites.

"So what if I am?"

"No need to get defensive. I was just wondering when you find the time to go."

Mello gave him a wary look. "Why does that matter? Monday and Wednesday afternoons, so far."

"You don't have to look at me like I have some kind of evil plan every time I try to make a little conversation." Although Mello was pretty sure that an evil plan was exactly what Light had, he dropped the subject in favor of finishing his food.

Matt and Mello were both thankful for the meal, honestly being the first great food they had eaten in a while, although the redhead was much more openly grateful. That just wasn't Mello's way of doing things. After saying their goodbyes and going back home, the two didn't waste any time getting out of the suits and into their own comfortable clothes.

"See, he isn't a stalker. Just a nice guy. You oughta know that by now."

"Get a clue, Matt. He wanted to know when I wouldn't be at the apartment. And put that suit on a hanger, you're keeping it."

Pouting a little, Matt did as he was told. "What's the worst he could do, take advantage of me while you're gone?"

"That, or any number of creepy things. Not like you'd put up much of a struggle." The blond yawned, washing his face and running a brush through his hair. Matt just grinned at him.

"You're right. I wouldn't." And with that, Matt went to bed, leaving Mello with a frown and very concerned thoughts about what would be happening in the apartment when he went to his next appointment.