[ Matt frowns, though not because he's worried about getting credit for this. He hadn't thought about that at all until right now, and he finds the idea leaves a bad taste in his mouth. This is not the kind of work he ever imagined hanging his name on.
But what can he say? ]
Sure, [ he answers, a bit stilted. ] That's great.
[ He hates it. He hates this whole thing. Even the parts he enjoyed--flirting, startling competence, feeling like he was connecting to someone for at least a small moment--now begin to sour. He'll have to go back to pick up that art piece later. To top it all off, Matt's stump has started to throb with the echo of missing fingers.
But he doesn't put up any resistance to Gen's suggestion, or his departure. He doesn't even stop him long enough to ask for his name. ]
no subject
But what can he say? ]
Sure, [ he answers, a bit stilted. ] That's great.
[ He hates it. He hates this whole thing. Even the parts he enjoyed--flirting, startling competence, feeling like he was connecting to someone for at least a small moment--now begin to sour. He'll have to go back to pick up that art piece later. To top it all off, Matt's stump has started to throb with the echo of missing fingers.
But he doesn't put up any resistance to Gen's suggestion, or his departure. He doesn't even stop him long enough to ask for his name. ]