[ Matt's frown only deepens as he peers back into Silco's eye(s). He's felt this kind of unexpected hostility before, but usually on the bad end of an invocation--not every spirit is happy to be contacted, even when Matt tries to filter out the unwilling or malign. Matt's surprised by the intensity of the man's regard; his gaze feels like enough to touch, to wound, all by itself. He seems to want an answer Matt doesn't know how to give.

Crucially, this man seems to know him. And he's not the first. Matt really, really doesn't believe in coincidences.

He takes a moment to breathe in, self-soothing. Easing the fight-or-flight out of his stance. His fingers have gone tense; he flexes them. ]

I'm ... not sure how much salience linear time has right now. [ Again, his tone has the sound of an apology. ] But if I did anything to offend you, or upset you at all, I'm sorry. Shit's bad enough without adding to it.