He generally controls his foul moods, particularly around her. He doesn't want to expose her to that and he's not good when he loses his temper; case in point. He loses a lot of steam when she grabs his wrists because he doesn't want to hurt her even accidentally, but his jaw remains tight, clenched.
He doesn't mind the pet names. He really doesn't. His dad used to call him Matty when he was a little kid. It's nice to hear it again even if he's not really thinking about that right now. His attention moves to her and his clenched jaw relaxes a little.
"You can't--you don't understand," he grates out, frustration rather than anger filling his voice. "Before all of this, using a stupid straight razor was child's play." She's right though, yelling and trashing the lab won't do anything to help him feel better. It won't make the situation any better at all. "Hit something," he says. Usually it's a bad guy, but he can't tell her that, can he? "A punching bag," he finally says.
Matt definitely doesn't do that. He's not above a one night stand with someone he barely knows, but he doesn't use it as a coping mechanism. He's not sure that his outlet is any healthier than hers though considering he generally beats people to a pulp when he's feeling like this.
He nods a little. "It'll be okay. I heal well." Or he did. In theory, the meditation he used back home to heal wounds should work here, but considering nothing else seems to work that might not be the case. She's right about the cut being the last thing on his mind though. All he can think about is how damn useless he is here.
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He doesn't mind the pet names. He really doesn't. His dad used to call him Matty when he was a little kid. It's nice to hear it again even if he's not really thinking about that right now. His attention moves to her and his clenched jaw relaxes a little.
"You can't--you don't understand," he grates out, frustration rather than anger filling his voice. "Before all of this, using a stupid straight razor was child's play." She's right though, yelling and trashing the lab won't do anything to help him feel better. It won't make the situation any better at all. "Hit something," he says. Usually it's a bad guy, but he can't tell her that, can he? "A punching bag," he finally says.
Matt definitely doesn't do that. He's not above a one night stand with someone he barely knows, but he doesn't use it as a coping mechanism. He's not sure that his outlet is any healthier than hers though considering he generally beats people to a pulp when he's feeling like this.
He nods a little. "It'll be okay. I heal well." Or he did. In theory, the meditation he used back home to heal wounds should work here, but considering nothing else seems to work that might not be the case. She's right about the cut being the last thing on his mind though. All he can think about is how damn useless he is here.