( Matt's hand instinctively goes to his head, runs across his hair (which he really needs to trim by now, it's getting fuzzy and curly), in a half-sheepish gesture. If this place is better, and he's complaining about it-
What must that seem like? )
... Shit. I'm-
I'm sorry. ( Sorry you had to go through that. Sorry you have to deal with his whining. )
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What must that seem like? )
... Shit. I'm-
I'm sorry. ( Sorry you had to go through that. Sorry you have to deal with his whining. )