( he's conflicted about offering her any obvious hospitality. if it weren't for their time in the woods, he probably wouldn't have given her anything. he wouldn't have invited her to his space in the first place, he'd have found a more neutral place for them to discuss. Matt hasn't forgotten he has Elektra to thank for pulling his useless ass out of the woods, and while he'd love to explain it away by her intending to use it against him...
it'd seemed like she cared. like she was scared. and it could be an act, in fact he keeps kicking himself for thinking it could be any different, but it sure hadn't felt like one. and feeling was about all he had of the experience, with his hearing out of the equation.
so he takes the bottle off the table and takes two intentional steps closer, drops a few fingers in her glass, without commenting on it. ) You had just enticed me to murder my father's killer. (before you abandoned me, remains unsaid, yet hardly left unfelt. Matt's voice is low, tight and measured, but it does little to hide his anger. his brow is lined at the oddness of the phrasing. he places the bottle back on the table with a distinct thud, and doesn't bother falling back to a safer distance. ) Why?
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it'd seemed like she cared. like she was scared. and it could be an act, in fact he keeps kicking himself for thinking it could be any different, but it sure hadn't felt like one. and feeling was about all he had of the experience, with his hearing out of the equation.
so he takes the bottle off the table and takes two intentional steps closer, drops a few fingers in her glass, without commenting on it. ) You had just enticed me to murder my father's killer. ( before you abandoned me, remains unsaid, yet hardly left unfelt. Matt's voice is low, tight and measured, but it does little to hide his anger. his brow is lined at the oddness of the phrasing. he places the bottle back on the table with a distinct thud, and doesn't bother falling back to a safer distance. ) Why?