He does smell like peanut butter, [ Matthew agrees, still laughing, still at ease, pulling his feet up onto the couch, oblivious to any and all tension or awkwardness. As an afterthought he digs his phone out from where it fell between the cushions, and this is the first time he's seeing the alert for the Majority Report. ]
Oh.
[ His smile fades as he checks it out. ]
Dorian Gray saw the thing about me and Lucy.
[ One can tell from his tone that Matthew would have preferred just about anybody else's seeing it. He stands up. ]
I should take care of this.
[ Somehow. Sorry Noah, definitely no kisses happening now. ]
no subject
Oh.
[ His smile fades as he checks it out. ]
Dorian Gray saw the thing about me and Lucy.
[ One can tell from his tone that Matthew would have preferred just about anybody else's seeing it. He stands up. ]
I should take care of this.
[ Somehow. Sorry Noah, definitely no kisses happening now. ]