[For this situation, Matt is trying to make sense of what is there with the facts. Questions and prodding have been as respectful as he can manage even when he feels very skeptical. Listening and absorbing in the way that he does to try and take a hold of what is beyond him.]
Sour then sweet, that's you always.
[From the start. John naturally makes him feel fond without much effort. Ah though that is Matt's downfall. A little kindness, the right push and he's down like a punch to a glass jaw.]
I won't tell anyone.
[Who would believe him? Wanting to reunite two old lovebirds. The birds of a feather that they are, walking down the New York City streets are of another color. Funny how they both are trying to describe what cannot be explained.
Matt sighs and gives John's arm a squeeze. His lips feel dry and his heart thuds.]
no subject
Sour then sweet, that's you always.
[From the start. John naturally makes him feel fond without much effort. Ah though that is Matt's downfall. A little kindness, the right push and he's down like a punch to a glass jaw.]
I won't tell anyone.
[Who would believe him? Wanting to reunite two old lovebirds. The birds of a feather that they are, walking down the New York City streets are of another color. Funny how they both are trying to describe what cannot be explained.
Matt sighs and gives John's arm a squeeze. His lips feel dry and his heart thuds.]
...I think about my father a lot.