And you don't want to be here in the future...
Day: 15
Characters: Matt loadsavedgame and River Wenhamm recerche
Summary: Matt doesn't know how to be comforting properly, so...he brings River a pillow.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Second Rec, after this and Grell's visit to River.
Status: closed/incomplete
He couldn't quite be certain why he'd allowed himself to be persuaded out of his room yet again without clothing. Maybe it was just the fact that River had seen something about him that everyone else seemed to miss, maybe it was just that he was...getting soft. Already.
Matt had never tried to be hardened to people out of a dislike of them, it was more an unfamiliarity with closeness, an awkward dislike of all the emotional stickiness that came with friendship. Even in Wammy's he could see it all around himself, the girlish best-friendships that broke up and ended in days of tears, the secretive dating here and there. Always, it ended in tears and upset, and Matt didn't really want any part of it. At least if you were attached to a game, you could flick it off when it upset you and walk away, look up a cheat or walkthrough when it got too difficult. People...a lot more complicated than that, and they didn't come with manuals.
And yet, for some reason, here he was, slipping out of his room for the fourth time since he'd arrived, and for the second time he was doing it with his hand cupped around his crotch, though this time he had a pillow pressed against the back of his hand. Cheeks red, he snuck down the hallway, breath coming in hitched little gasps with all his anxiety about being a scrawny, pale geek sneaking naked through a public place.
He found River's door and lifted his free hand, blinking and swallowing, tongue feeling dry in his mouth, and knocked on the door, "Ah...River? Can I come in? It's me, Matt."
Characters: Matt loadsavedgame and River Wenhamm recerche
Summary: Matt doesn't know how to be comforting properly, so...he brings River a pillow.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Second Rec, after this and Grell's visit to River.
Status: closed/incomplete
He couldn't quite be certain why he'd allowed himself to be persuaded out of his room yet again without clothing. Maybe it was just the fact that River had seen something about him that everyone else seemed to miss, maybe it was just that he was...getting soft. Already.
Matt had never tried to be hardened to people out of a dislike of them, it was more an unfamiliarity with closeness, an awkward dislike of all the emotional stickiness that came with friendship. Even in Wammy's he could see it all around himself, the girlish best-friendships that broke up and ended in days of tears, the secretive dating here and there. Always, it ended in tears and upset, and Matt didn't really want any part of it. At least if you were attached to a game, you could flick it off when it upset you and walk away, look up a cheat or walkthrough when it got too difficult. People...a lot more complicated than that, and they didn't come with manuals.
And yet, for some reason, here he was, slipping out of his room for the fourth time since he'd arrived, and for the second time he was doing it with his hand cupped around his crotch, though this time he had a pillow pressed against the back of his hand. Cheeks red, he snuck down the hallway, breath coming in hitched little gasps with all his anxiety about being a scrawny, pale geek sneaking naked through a public place.
He found River's door and lifted his free hand, blinking and swallowing, tongue feeling dry in his mouth, and knocked on the door, "Ah...River? Can I come in? It's me, Matt."