[ Being told he's focusing on the wrong things is actually familiar ground to Matt. Something he's used to hearing from people old enough to be his father, if not in such crystalline terms. Part of him always wanted his parents to just come out and fucking say what really bothered them--"we know what you're like" or maybe "we know what you are"--but their strict code of WASP honor prevented it.
Silco's presence is acidic, foul on every level. But at least he's direct. Matt's spine straightens a bit, his chin lifting. ]
And why wouldn't I want to align with you. This pitch rocks. [ He can't help sounding a little amused, and tries to swallow the tone. He doesn't intend to let interpersonal feelings color this decision, but still: not helpful. ] Okay. Any other instructions?
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Silco's presence is acidic, foul on every level. But at least he's direct. Matt's spine straightens a bit, his chin lifting. ]
And why wouldn't I want to align with you. This pitch rocks. [ He can't help sounding a little amused, and tries to swallow the tone. He doesn't intend to let interpersonal feelings color this decision, but still: not helpful. ] Okay. Any other instructions?