Lydia has the sudden feeling like something isn't quite right. Like Matt has something on his mind he isn't sharing and she wishes that he would so that she could help carry the weight of it for him. If he doesn't tell her then she can't help him with it, whatever it is, and Lydia gets the feeling that it's heavy. From his body language to the fact that he'd started in a terrible mood and now he just seems tired.

"Of course," she agrees easily, taking his hand and moving toward her bed, guiding him to sit on it before joining him. She supposes she'll just always be doing that by reflex: guiding him; leading him. Even when he doesn't need her to do it anymore, really.

Once he's seated, she joins him, shifting to lay down on the bed and reaching for him, drawing him down with her. "You want to set your PDC or should I set mine?" she asks.