Oh he is. Matt is finding he's far more capable of a continual, frank relationship with a person. It's always been about secrets and withholding, picking and choosing like it's a strategy. Too much affection and they'll get suspicious, pull away (Stick), too constant and he'll get used to it and feel hollow when it's over (Elektra)... There's no way she can be anyone but herself. And he can't pin every injury of the past to a person in the present.

Napkins are far away and so peanut butter is best devoured somehow.

The glasses off and his eyes move her way. "I'll try and be less subtle. I love you." Every press of her mouth right until his lips is a blessing. All the bubbling emotions are flowing up to the top and over rather than his usual, purposeful expression. They're happy tears alright. The salt flavors their kiss as he touches her chin and cheek. "I'm all over the place right now and that's okay because I'm with you."