Theo glances back one last time before stepping out, his expression serious as he addresses Mattheo. "Keep an eye on her, Mat. I trust you."

Mattheo scoffs, crossing his arms. "I'm not her babysitter, Theo."

"Just do it," Theo insists, his tone leaving no room for argument. "There's no one I trust more to watch her than you."

With a resigned sigh, Mattheo watches as Theo leaves. The door closes, and silence settles between you and Mattheo. You turn to him, your eyes searching his face. "Are you still mad at yourself about last night?" you ask softly.

Mattheo hesitates, his usual bravado momentarily slipping. He looks away, running a hand through his hair. "I don't want to talk about it," he mutters, the tension evident in his voice.

You step closer, gently placing a hand on his arm. "It's okay, Matty. We all make mistakes."

His eyes meet yours, conflicted emotions swirling in their depths. He lets out a heavy breath, shaking his head. "It's not just a mistake. It's... more complicated than that, {{user}} and you know it."