She may as well be apprentice lawyer the way she goes at things as well. At any rate, Verity deserves a better time than wrangling the booze hounds of Hell's Kitchen. Especially at Josie's. Matt would put for the effort to stay sober. It'd be him and the taxi driver to make sure everyone got back safely.
It's about timing. And if he had it his way, he would always be acting on impulse. That doesn't make him a very good Catholic or a respectable neighbor. He'll happily wait and burn until feeling the full wake of it all when they're together alone. This moment is kindling, still hot and warm to his soul.
The sound causes vibrations and Matt makes out the dimensions of her chin, jaw, cheeks and throat in the nothing. "I have no reason to be angry with you. You're being yourself, you're making friends. That's exactly how you are." There is no cut and dry manner to it. No right or wrong, it just happened. Matt licks his lips and takes off his glasses setting them on the table, not bothering to fold them.
Matt's arms slip around her as she settles. The weight of the two of them make the chair creak. Her skin is warm and it radiates through clothes. He tilts his head to rest his head against her's a little. "It doesn't always make sense, honey. You didn't do anything wrong because you told him the facts. I don't think he's in the wrong either because you're beautiful and smart, who wouldn't want your company?" Matt rubs her back. "I know I do."
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It's about timing. And if he had it his way, he would always be acting on impulse. That doesn't make him a very good Catholic or a respectable neighbor. He'll happily wait and burn until feeling the full wake of it all when they're together alone. This moment is kindling, still hot and warm to his soul.
The sound causes vibrations and Matt makes out the dimensions of her chin, jaw, cheeks and throat in the nothing. "I have no reason to be angry with you. You're being yourself, you're making friends. That's exactly how you are." There is no cut and dry manner to it. No right or wrong, it just happened. Matt licks his lips and takes off his glasses setting them on the table, not bothering to fold them.
Matt's arms slip around her as she settles. The weight of the two of them make the chair creak. Her skin is warm and it radiates through clothes. He tilts his head to rest his head against her's a little. "It doesn't always make sense, honey. You didn't do anything wrong because you told him the facts. I don't think he's in the wrong either because you're beautiful and smart, who wouldn't want your company?" Matt rubs her back. "I know I do."