[Blokes sorting something out is part of why Matt isn't making a bigger scene. The little tells are there. John knows them, or rather he is incapable of hiding them. His nose scrunches and the crows feet at the corners of his eyes deepen as his eyes screw up reflexively. Breathing out and in through his nose at least bolsters his ability to not make a noise of anguish aside what is becoming a sniff.]
And--and he's seen--[Everything. Then? All of his choices, the good and the bad. Beating Roscoe Sweeney bloody in his own home. Avenging the little girl crying in the night. Hell's Kitchen singing his praise and shouting scorn at the Devil.
Matt shakes his head and his fingers loosen from John's coat.]
It should't have happened, he shouldn't have died. I shouldn't--I shouldn't have even been in his life he could have been something great, could have---[twenty plus years of regret and pain being pushed back now laid bare.]
no subject
And--and he's seen--[Everything. Then? All of his choices, the good and the bad. Beating Roscoe Sweeney bloody in his own home. Avenging the little girl crying in the night. Hell's Kitchen singing his praise and shouting scorn at the Devil.
Matt shakes his head and his fingers loosen from John's coat.]
It should't have happened, he shouldn't have died. I shouldn't--I shouldn't have even been in his life he could have been something great, could have---[twenty plus years of regret and pain being pushed back now laid bare.]