Still, he can't help but smile back in the face of the strange man's smile. It's beautifully simple, returning a smile. Inclining closer when inclined towards, letting his forehead press lightly to another person's forehead. Matt has never needed context for touch. It's the only way of communicating with others he feels completely confident in. Everything else gets messy, noisy. No clarity.
Case in point: the man says I missed you, brother. And Matt has no fucking clue how to respond. Even through his confusion, he can tell he means "brother" like "friend"; but he can't quell the flickering thought that Katy-Rose would never be as happy to see him as this complete stranger. Matt swallows, ignoring the drop in his stomach.
He wishes he could be the person this man is seeing. There's so much pain to go around right now, he doesn't want to add any more. For a wild second, he wonders how long he could keep things rolling if he tried to play along. I missed you too ... man. ]
I'm sorry. [ A scrape to his voice, like maybe there's still some dirt working its way up. ] I think ...
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Still, he can't help but smile back in the face of the strange man's smile. It's beautifully simple, returning a smile. Inclining closer when inclined towards, letting his forehead press lightly to another person's forehead. Matt has never needed context for touch. It's the only way of communicating with others he feels completely confident in. Everything else gets messy, noisy. No clarity.
Case in point: the man says I missed you, brother. And Matt has no fucking clue how to respond. Even through his confusion, he can tell he means "brother" like "friend"; but he can't quell the flickering thought that Katy-Rose would never be as happy to see him as this complete stranger. Matt swallows, ignoring the drop in his stomach.
He wishes he could be the person this man is seeing. There's so much pain to go around right now, he doesn't want to add any more. For a wild second, he wonders how long he could keep things rolling if he tried to play along. I missed you too ... man. ]
I'm sorry. [ A scrape to his voice, like maybe there's still some dirt working its way up. ] I think ...
You might be mistaking me for somebody else.