Me ending this stops it from ever being drawn, Blaine, I told you that this would be hard to understand.

[Being close to Blaine, physically speaking, blurred his senses. Not being close to him made Matt feel like he was standing at the other end of an ocean, somehow only just hearing each other from the shores. Matt kept his face as neutral as he possibly could but drew in an uneven breath to speak quietly.]

The smell of you lingers in my clothes.