[Matt hasn't moved away, which is a miracle all in itself. He's not going to question it too much, or wonder what's changed. His fingers shift and flex, holding on to Matt's shirt as it gets dampened by the rain. He glances down, distracted by the sight of his mouth, but telling himself to focus.
Those words cut right to his heart. Scared? Matt? He would have never guessed. His expression softens, mouth curving up into a small smile.]
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Those words cut right to his heart. Scared? Matt? He would have never guessed. His expression softens, mouth curving up into a small smile.]
It's alright. I've got you, yeah?