[ Matt just sits there for a second. He didn't expect that to happen. He has to replay the conversation to check if he can find something he did wrong. He'd thought he was doing well. Was it talking about that wanker Simon? He never wanted to talk about him anyway. But no, he can't find anything, which just makes it even more infuriating, because it's probably there. He probably did something. He just doesn't know what it is.
He could just let him go, and he thinks he probably should. This is too much of a fucking mess. It's a complete joke isn't it, to pretend their friends. It doesn't work, it isn't working, and he guesses that's what's getting to Nate so much.
If there's one thing he does know though, it's that he can't let it just sit there. So he grabs his beer and downs what's left in the glass before pushing himself up and heading out quickly, out to the alley, looking up and down and hoping he's still in sight. ]
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He could just let him go, and he thinks he probably should. This is too much of a fucking mess. It's a complete joke isn't it, to pretend their friends. It doesn't work, it isn't working, and he guesses that's what's getting to Nate so much.
If there's one thing he does know though, it's that he can't let it just sit there. So he grabs his beer and downs what's left in the glass before pushing himself up and heading out quickly, out to the alley, looking up and down and hoping he's still in sight. ]
Nate!