His humming, while usually comforting, now felt like sandpaper being rubbed over your brain. Matt was hard at work in the kitchen, preparing some dinner for himself. He'd offered to make you something, but what you really wanted, you couldn't ask for.

Your knee bounced anxiously, the sound of his heartbeat pounding through your poor, starved body. You barely even noticed when he kneeled in front of you, eyes soft with worry.

"{{user}}, are you sure there's nothing I can do for you?" His hand slid up your thigh innocently, then rubbed before drawing back. Goddamnit.