She does have a lot of hair. True. Matt has never been fashionable, but it
really leaves a lot to be desire too. He feels the same way about his
clearance level. It lets him help others in a way that he can't as a lower
clearance level (with food and giving them an alibi when it comes to
curfew, lots of little things like that). It's not as good as the suit he
wears back home to help people (either of them...actually, they may not be
fashionable but they're really good quality) but it'll do.
She's earned that smugness and he likes to hear the playful tone in her
voice. Most of the time, he just cooks everything until he's absolutely
certain it's done. He might be better at it if he'd done it at home at all
when he had the senses to help out. As it is, he lived on takeaway and food
in lieu of payment. In any case, cooking has been an adventure here, and a
not altogether pleasant one. He's more than happy to hand the duties over
to Lydia, especially if it benefits someone besides himself.
"There are worse attitudes to go into life with," he smiles a little at
her. He really hasn't made much headway here, a small victory occasionally,
but nothing that he really felt good about.
Every day he's grateful he has Lydia here. It would be wonderful to have
Foggy around, but at the same time, he doesn't want to bring anyone he
loves here. If he could get Lydia out, he would. Hell, if he could get
everyone out of here, he would. He hates the clearance levels, hates the
way they separate people and the divide it causes. "Did you want to stay
for a little while after dinner?" because she should go back to her
room, but they both know that doesn't happen more often than not.
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She does have a lot of hair. True. Matt has never been fashionable, but it really leaves a lot to be desire too. He feels the same way about his clearance level. It lets him help others in a way that he can't as a lower clearance level (with food and giving them an alibi when it comes to curfew, lots of little things like that). It's not as good as the suit he wears back home to help people (either of them...actually, they may not be fashionable but they're really good quality) but it'll do.
She's earned that smugness and he likes to hear the playful tone in her voice. Most of the time, he just cooks everything until he's absolutely certain it's done. He might be better at it if he'd done it at home at all when he had the senses to help out. As it is, he lived on takeaway and food in lieu of payment. In any case, cooking has been an adventure here, and a not altogether pleasant one. He's more than happy to hand the duties over to Lydia, especially if it benefits someone besides himself.
"There are worse attitudes to go into life with," he smiles a little at her. He really hasn't made much headway here, a small victory occasionally, but nothing that he really felt good about.
Every day he's grateful he has Lydia here. It would be wonderful to have Foggy around, but at the same time, he doesn't want to bring anyone he loves here. If he could get Lydia out, he would. Hell, if he could get everyone out of here, he would. He hates the clearance levels, hates the way they separate people and the divide it causes. "Did you want to stay for a little while after dinner?" because she should go back to her room, but they both know that doesn't happen more often than not.