[ Matt nods, taking a sip of his coffee. His food remains untouched, and he really should eat if for nothing but the morale boost, but he hasn't actually eaten "with" anybody but his retainer since he lost his hand. He doesn't like the idea of fumbling to do a basic task in front of Paul. ]

I don't think I understand the reasons still, [ he admits. A rueful smile at Paul over the rim of his mug. ] Which I know, I'm always doing. "I don't get it, I don't understand."