You're the worst, you know that, right?

[man_without_fear]

Matt had things to do tonight. Leads to track down, situations he could be handling, people he should be helping.

Instead, he's wasted a bunch of energy in Milliways and now he's wasting time by returning to his place after, on this side of the door, just a short spell away.

Arriving on the landing, Matt clomps down the stairs, a perforated box tucked under his arm. He has the mask on, but along the exposed parts of his face there are a few lightly bleeding scratches, and he has more beneath the dark fabric of his shirt on his shoulder and back.

Clearly annoyed, he heads straight for the kitchen; depositing the box on a chair at the table and walking to the fridge to pull out a bottle of water.

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[man_without_fear]

He holds her to him, warm and secure, safe. As she dips closer towards sleep Matt relaxes along with her, slipping further towards that end himself.

For a moment the question passes through his mind, 'What if they could just stay here like this?'.

It wouldn't be a bad moment to be wrapped up in, but morning will be along soon enough and with it rain, a day at the office, and then another night on the streets.

Before his mind starts working on those thoughts and plans for later, Matt grounds himself with the soft sigh from Claire. Kissing her crown once more, Matt closes his eyes. Pulling a deep breath he lets it out slow, forcing away the clamor and choosing contentment; letting this really be the moment he said it was.