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He stretched before he leaned forward and looked at the her…with a bite or an edge to it that Matt wasn’t sure felt like him but then every tiht in his head He wished he had a synthesizer

Just as he placed his hands on the keys again, his phone rang Matt closed his eyes, considered ignoring it but then forced himself to look over to see who it was

Guilt bled through his fingers and would taint what he was doing if he didn’t pick it up He really was an asshole sometimes “Hey, Mom” They’d spoken a couple of times since he’d been here but he hadn’t seen his parents other than that first time

“Hello I hope I’…” Her voice trailed off in a way that made Matt shift unco him He wanted the kind of relationship Oliver had with his family—for them to feel at ease around each other and to understand each other It wasn’t fair that his ht in the middle of the emotional landmine of his and his father’s relationship

“Of course not I’ain” He took a breath, caressed one of the piano keys with his finger “How’s Dad doing?” Had he ery they hadn’t even told him about yet?

“You know your dad—even if he wasn’t doing fine, he’d never say it He’s okay, though We wanted to see if you could ht before you leave”

He couldn’t help but wonder if it was both of the each other made his relationship with his dad easier They could both pretend to understand each other, each pretend to be whom the other needed

“I’d love that I’ll still be here for a while I have a shoot co up on Monday” His stomach soured at the words “I’ll be around at least a couple of days after that in case we need reshoots for anything Maybe we can plan soery, he wondered? Would his father be able to look him in the eyes?

“That sounds perfect…I…I love you, Matt We both do You know that, right?” Her voice was so soft he could hardly hear it but then it echoed inside his head,him feel a twist of different es were easy or cut-and-dried, though It was hard, feeling as though you didn’t fit in with your own family

“I know, Mo up the phone, Matt iht for Oliver’s office He didn’t knohy but he wanted to see the otherhis work ti to knock Oliver had a job to do He couldn’t drop everything anytime Matt wanted him to

He got angry that Oliver was always trying to pick up the pieces for hi apart or just wanted soht of when soood happened in his life He was always the first person he thought of when so as well That hat he supposed friends were for It didn’t help that ever since they’d fucked, he’d remembered the feel of Oliver’s skin Had Oliver’s taste on his tongue and remembered what it was like to have Oliver inside of him

Christ, he’d almost kissed hiht

It was a one-off So that they didn’t need to repeat because eventually, it would screw theood way

It was because he’d always considered hi and kissing and fucking He also enjoyed Oliver so of course, he would continue thinking about putting two of his favorite things into one

Put two of his favorite things into one? “What the fuck is wrong with me?” Matt whispered to himself and then huffed It was then that the door pulled open and he realized how close to it he stood And yes, that he probably looked quite odd creeping around Oliver’s office door

“I heard shuffling around Mydistractions for myself Why didn’t you knock?” Oliver asked

“I don’t know,” Matt replied “Do you wanna get out of here?”