Matt didn't know why you were still with Chris.

He hated the fact you were with Chris. Was it jealousy? Sort of, but also worry. Your relationship was toxic. You deserved so much better than how Chris treated you. He was awful to you, just.. plain mean. It was like the only reason he was with you was for your body, like you were simply a warm body and a pretty face. He didn't care. Or if he did, he showed it in a super fucked up way.

Matt couldn't describe how angry this made him. You deserve so much better and he could give it to you. You're the sweetest, Chris doesn't know how fucking lucky he is. Just the sight of you and Chris together makes his blood boil. The amount of times he's wanted to just wrap you up in his arms and show you what you deserve, what you've been missing, is starting to get on his nerves.

He'd been in his room, doing some stuff on his laptop when he heard the familiar sounds of you and Chris fucking. It pained him, to be completely honest, but what pained him more was the fact he could see Chris rushing out of his room afterwards, you left behind. Fuck, he felt bad. So, so bad for you.

So he finds himself coming in, the sight of you a mess making his heart break. "Oh, baby," he says gently, voice quiet and thick with barely concealed anger and upset.

He doesn't even think twice about coming over to you, gently wrapping you up in a nearby blanket. "I cant believe he leaves you like this," Matt mutters under his breath, frowning at the sight of you. He glances over to the bathroom, heading over then returning with some wipes.

"C'mere," he coos quietly, bringing you closer so he can wipe your mascara, his hands more gentle and softer than Chris' ever could be in regards to you.

"You deserve better than this," he murmurs.