He'd rather avoid the pressure of trying to defend her, assuming he would
be allowed to defend her. "Good," he tells her. He's all about inviting
trouble and creating it, but he wants it to be smart. Besides, he'd hate to
see her on some sort of drugs that makes her a different person, even only
temporarily, and that's one of the easier punishments she could endure.
Matt is not as good at denial as Lydia is, but he's happy to play along
with her. "It's a deal. I can't promise I've got the necessary cooking
things, but I'll work on getting a collection." He understands the things
that people do to keep themselves sane; he tries to focus on doing
something good here, on not wasting this time. It's the only way that he
stays sane.
It's more that he never really learned. He was young when his father died
and it's not something they teach at the orphanage, though they probably
should (and honestly, he's not sure if Lydia even knows where he grew up).
He'd gone from there to college where he'd had a meal plan then to 'on his
own' in New York City where takeout was plentiful. He'd never had to cook
and now, it's probably not worth the hassle. Back home, cooking would be
easy to do physically. Here, it's a different story. He grins, liking the
idea of Lydia cooking for him like it's a real house and they're a normal
couple. Maybe he'll do a better job of pretending today. "That or learn to
like takeout," he jokes with her. He likes the idea of having a future with
her outside of this place as well. It's certainly less bleak than his
reality back home.
"Oh, that's exactly how it is," he assures her with a grin, pleased to make
her laugh. "I thought that was common knowledge," he tells her in a faux
confused voice, brow furrowing with that pretend confusion.
"Really?" He sounds surprised because he knows it's boring work, reading
aloud while he records it. Unfortunately, this place has yet to provide him
copies of the texts in braille. "If you'd got the time, I'd much rather
enjoy listening to your voice than the assistant I've got, but I know it's
boring. I didn't want to presume." He likes the idea of being alone with
her as well. His office is reasonably private while still being public.
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He'd rather avoid the pressure of trying to defend her, assuming he would be allowed to defend her. "Good," he tells her. He's all about inviting trouble and creating it, but he wants it to be smart. Besides, he'd hate to see her on some sort of drugs that makes her a different person, even only temporarily, and that's one of the easier punishments she could endure.
Matt is not as good at denial as Lydia is, but he's happy to play along with her. "It's a deal. I can't promise I've got the necessary cooking things, but I'll work on getting a collection." He understands the things that people do to keep themselves sane; he tries to focus on doing something good here, on not wasting this time. It's the only way that he stays sane.
It's more that he never really learned. He was young when his father died and it's not something they teach at the orphanage, though they probably should (and honestly, he's not sure if Lydia even knows where he grew up). He'd gone from there to college where he'd had a meal plan then to 'on his own' in New York City where takeout was plentiful. He'd never had to cook and now, it's probably not worth the hassle. Back home, cooking would be easy to do physically. Here, it's a different story. He grins, liking the idea of Lydia cooking for him like it's a real house and they're a normal couple. Maybe he'll do a better job of pretending today. "That or learn to like takeout," he jokes with her. He likes the idea of having a future with her outside of this place as well. It's certainly less bleak than his reality back home.
"Oh, that's exactly how it is," he assures her with a grin, pleased to make her laugh. "I thought that was common knowledge," he tells her in a faux confused voice, brow furrowing with that pretend confusion.
"Really?" He sounds surprised because he knows it's boring work, reading aloud while he records it. Unfortunately, this place has yet to provide him copies of the texts in braille. "If you'd got the time, I'd much rather enjoy listening to your voice than the assistant I've got, but I know it's boring. I didn't want to presume." He likes the idea of being alone with her as well. His office is reasonably private while still being public.