[There's a disturbing mental image. Matt laughs too, picturing various versions lined up like for a game of Red Rover.] Guess it would depend on how many of them have a, y'know, pre-existing condition like mine.
[They're coming up on his door, and Matt's hands are full. He holds the cognac bottle out to Mello.] Gotta dig my key out.
[From
here, private to
redeemed_m.]