[Dark conflicted eyes rise to meet blue and just the sight of him hurt. The image of what she would do to him rose unbidden in his mind - her anger, his defense.]
We need to talk.
[He didn't wait for an invitation and pushes the door open and steps in, blowing past Blaine with a determined resolve. How was he supposed to start this? He couldn't tell Blaine the truth. The man wouldn't understand, would protest (perhaps) and Matthew couldn't risk him getting it into his head to go and 'talk' to Nott.
It had to be clean.
Matt gathered himself as he came to a stop by the end of the bed, memories playing out over the sheets in his head - ones that rallied against the play that was starting.]
no subject
We need to talk.
[He didn't wait for an invitation and pushes the door open and steps in, blowing past Blaine with a determined resolve. How was he supposed to start this? He couldn't tell Blaine the truth. The man wouldn't understand, would protest (perhaps) and Matthew couldn't risk him getting it into his head to go and 'talk' to Nott.
It had to be clean.
Matt gathered himself as he came to a stop by the end of the bed, memories playing out over the sheets in his head - ones that rallied against the play that was starting.]
It's over. You and I.