[ Matt spots someone approaching on his periphery, and jerks abruptly to face her. If he were more accustomed to the risks of combat--to the split-second decisions that can make the difference between life and death--he might react with a reflexive spell. Fire, a shield. But he hasn't developed those reflexes, so instead, Misa's met with a brief look of startlement. ]
Well--
[ As she speaks, Matt's shoulders relax. His expression softens too, turning from adrenaline-laced tension to compassion. ]
Yeah, [ he says, ] yeah, of course. [ A faint smile. ] I don't know about strong, but if you wanna stick with me, at least we'll be a team.
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Well--
[ As she speaks, Matt's shoulders relax. His expression softens too, turning from adrenaline-laced tension to compassion. ]
Yeah, [ he says, ] yeah, of course. [ A faint smile. ] I don't know about strong, but if you wanna stick with me, at least we'll be a team.