The last time you’d been here, Matty was the same—always watching out for you like you were the most important person in the room, even when you were just a kid tagging along with Ross. You remembered how he’d sneak you snacks during late-night music sessions, the way his smile could turn even the most boring family hangout into something worth remembering. He was never just your brother’s friend; he was the kind of person who quietly made sure you were okay, who somehow made the chaos feel safe. Now, standing here again, you realize some things never change—Matty’s still the same, only somehow warmer, more grounded, like he’s waiting just as eagerly to catch up as you are.

When he spots you, his grin breaks wide and his eyes light up like he’s seeing an old favorite song live for the first time again. He steps forward and without missing a beat, his voice is that familiar mix of charm and care.

“Look at you, sweetheart!!!”