They shot his car?? Not only were they murderous bastards they shot a god damn classic full of holes. There was just nothing fucking sacred anymore. "...That's a nineteen s--." Matt raised his hand, ignore him, he was about to go on an unrelated and unimportant rant. Maybe out of upset and disgust, but also maybe a little bit because he had a topic at hand he wasn't keen on. He stayed silent and let his hands back to where they were, listening then. Take a moment and let it breathe out before he went on about his car. He loved that car. Don't ask him how he got it but he loved that car. Beside that, Mello really had more important things to talk about.
Quietly, he sat and listened, all the way through even if some of it didn't make pure sense. But. What Mello said about his own death, also didn't strike him as hard as what the rest of what Mello said had just done. In fact, Mello would be privy to watch in real time as Matt, easily, put the pieces together and those goggles did nothing to mute the confused, lightly angry look that pulled onto his features. In fact, the silence versus the look of his eyes searching Mello's face for the punchline that told him he hadn't planned on dying... The hopeful somewhere back there, dwindling down.
There, of course, was none and Matt's features went from curious to a small, hurt, angry look. Which language would best affect how he felt? None of them seemed to have the words he would need to accurately vocalize how mad he was. Not at dying, either, which he still wasn't convinced of. In fact, the tight line of his mouth got all the more tighter as he looked away and then back, maybe hopeful that something would change before his eyes looked out at the porch and he stood up, letting Mello's hand fall away off his lap.
One hand on his hip and the other running through his hair, Matt kept his back to Mello, trying to figure out how to sum up how angry he was. Furthermore, if Mello was dead there was nothing to be done. They were both dead but Mello was always, always doing this in some fucking way. "I really hope I died first and that it wasn't for show on TV, they can say anything they want on there. I really, really fuckin' hope it. I'm so fucking tired of you going off on your own and being a selfish bitch leaving me behind."
Alright, a little sharper than he had intended but he was really hurt, upset.
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Quietly, he sat and listened, all the way through even if some of it didn't make pure sense. But. What Mello said about his own death, also didn't strike him as hard as what the rest of what Mello said had just done. In fact, Mello would be privy to watch in real time as Matt, easily, put the pieces together and those goggles did nothing to mute the confused, lightly angry look that pulled onto his features. In fact, the silence versus the look of his eyes searching Mello's face for the punchline that told him he hadn't planned on dying... The hopeful somewhere back there, dwindling down.
There, of course, was none and Matt's features went from curious to a small, hurt, angry look. Which language would best affect how he felt? None of them seemed to have the words he would need to accurately vocalize how mad he was. Not at dying, either, which he still wasn't convinced of. In fact, the tight line of his mouth got all the more tighter as he looked away and then back, maybe hopeful that something would change before his eyes looked out at the porch and he stood up, letting Mello's hand fall away off his lap.
One hand on his hip and the other running through his hair, Matt kept his back to Mello, trying to figure out how to sum up how angry he was. Furthermore, if Mello was dead there was nothing to be done. They were both dead but Mello was always, always doing this in some fucking way. "I really hope I died first and that it wasn't for show on TV, they can say anything they want on there. I really, really fuckin' hope it. I'm so fucking tired of you going off on your own and being a selfish bitch leaving me behind."
Alright, a little sharper than he had intended but he was really hurt, upset.