( it’s almost hard to accept this moment is real. to be fair the past week they’ve been haunted by incredibly creative hallucinations. Matt hasn’t mentioned it but truly the hardest hallucination for him to shake hadn’t been Foggy, or Karen, or his father. it’d been his ugly thoughts wearing her voice in a luxurious purr. trying to convince him she’d never loved him, mocking him for falling for it twice. it’d been incredibly difficult to shake that voice, not to believe the hateful whispers — because they’d been ones he’d told himself for years.
he’d honestly been reeling from it a bit, before she stumbled her way to his door terrified she was bleeding to death. reality had done plenty to shake him of the hallucinations.
if he is hallucinating, well, this is about the only hallucination Matt is happy to indulge in. for a long few moments he just enjoys kissing her, while he lets his hands stroke at her sides, reliving the taste of her mouth. he doesn’t pull back far to talk, just lingering a breath away. )
I missed this. ( holding her. touching her. kissing her. it’s a little depressing he’s been missing her for years, and despite plenty of opportunity it’d taken him months to convince himself to allow closeness again. )
meanwhile you out here using kissies against me smh
he’d honestly been reeling from it a bit, before she stumbled her way to his door terrified she was bleeding to death. reality had done plenty to shake him of the hallucinations.
if he is hallucinating, well, this is about the only hallucination Matt is happy to indulge in. for a long few moments he just enjoys kissing her, while he lets his hands stroke at her sides, reliving the taste of her mouth. he doesn’t pull back far to talk, just lingering a breath away. )
I missed this. ( holding her. touching her. kissing her. it’s a little depressing he’s been missing her for years, and despite plenty of opportunity it’d taken him months to convince himself to allow closeness again. )