[ Matthew obligingly presents his palm for sloppy pup kisses, and considers this story. ]
You really are what you eat, [ he tells the dog, trying to be serious, but he can't help smiling. And then, looking back up at Noah-- ]
He's great. He's-- he's perfect for you.
[ The second he says the words he has to look down again. Somehow they hurt, and he doesn't quite know why. He tries so hard not to touch that wide empty space that got left behind when Noah broke up with him, but now he's brushed it by accident. ]
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You really are what you eat, [ he tells the dog, trying to be serious, but he can't help smiling. And then, looking back up at Noah-- ]
He's great. He's-- he's perfect for you.
[ The second he says the words he has to look down again. Somehow they hurt, and he doesn't quite know why. He tries so hard not to touch that wide empty space that got left behind when Noah broke up with him, but now he's brushed it by accident. ]