[ Walking through, Matt starts to look over the items, intense and curious. His interest isn't simply superficial, he really cares, truly cares. ]
Fucking hell, Nate...
[ The whole thing is amazing, it's professional, and he feels a weird sense of pride that he's come this far. He still remembers that nervous first year who never thought he'd come to anything. He comes to a halt in front of a wall with a huge canvas on it, painted in blue with a gentle gradient through to white. On it, there's something, dots, that look almost like stars. ]
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Fucking hell, Nate...
[ The whole thing is amazing, it's professional, and he feels a weird sense of pride that he's come this far. He still remembers that nervous first year who never thought he'd come to anything. He comes to a halt in front of a wall with a huge canvas on it, painted in blue with a gentle gradient through to white. On it, there's something, dots, that look almost like stars. ]
This is incredible.
[ He's a little open mouthed, no teasing now. ]