[ Matt just stares at Nate. Fuck, does he really think that? It's all the proof he needs that he really has no fucking clue. God, he wishes it was obvious, he wishes he could just fucking say something. But he can't. It's enough to make him laugh, laugh in his own frustration, annoyed at who he is. What's worse? Is that it doesn't seem to make a difference, it doesn't make him able to say anything, even if he feels like he should just spit it all the fuck out. ]
Fucking hell [ he mumbles under his breath as he shakes his head ]
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Fucking hell [ he mumbles under his breath as he shakes his head ]