[ Matt, meanwhile, feels faintly exhilarated. He got information! From a person! He knows it's shady, even fascistic, but he can't believe he actually fucking did it. It feels a little like when he first started casting spells--real magic--and realizing he'd crossed a line few people ever did.
Gen's reaction takes some of the wind from his sails. But Matt half-expects it at this point--he's even a little amused. Like, of course it took time? He wasn't gonna bust in there like HELLO SIR PLEASE TELL ME WHERE YOUR MOST TROUBLESOME SCULPTORS HANG OUT. He's only a little amused, though; the rest of him is all chagrin. He didn't fully think about the fact that Gen would be watching him talk to that guy, and his cheeks heat slightly in embarrassment.
Also, wait a minute ... ]
Nobody has a phone here, [ he protests. Matt shakes his head. ] All of it was work. Better he's wondering "is this guy hitting on me" than "is this guy trying to get my friends arrested." And he really does have nice hands.
[ Matt waves the piece of paper. The handwriting on it isn't his. ]
no subject
Gen's reaction takes some of the wind from his sails. But Matt half-expects it at this point--he's even a little amused. Like, of course it took time? He wasn't gonna bust in there like HELLO SIR PLEASE TELL ME WHERE YOUR MOST TROUBLESOME SCULPTORS HANG OUT. He's only a little amused, though; the rest of him is all chagrin. He didn't fully think about the fact that Gen would be watching him talk to that guy, and his cheeks heat slightly in embarrassment.
Also, wait a minute ... ]
Nobody has a phone here, [ he protests. Matt shakes his head. ] All of it was work. Better he's wondering "is this guy hitting on me" than "is this guy trying to get my friends arrested." And he really does have nice hands.
[ Matt waves the piece of paper. The handwriting on it isn't his. ]
So do you want this, or ...?