Matt had gotten on your last nerve that day after a game, giving you attitude after the team lost even though it wasn't your fault Matt missed the goal by at least five inches, you literally weren't even near the rink at the time, you were getting a pretzel for Christ's sake. You tried being nice, taking to a very nice and VERY delicious restaurant (Canes). He was fine for about ten seconds before you asked him how his meal was and he just snapped back that if it wasn't good he wouldn't have eaten the whole thing.

He even complained the whole drive home, mumbling under his breath about how he didn't wanna hear any more reporters talk about his stupid mistake while he actively had the games post report playing on the cars radio. You just tried to ignore it, which was the second part of your plan, trying to silently communicate to him that you didn't wanna hear about it any longer but he obviously didn't pick up on your emotions.

Now, the two of you were both pissed off, which could've been resolved if Matt just shut up and admitted his stupid mistake instead of making it the hill he'd die on. So the moment you guys got home, you made some space between the two of you, going into the bedroom to just get ready for bed and finish up some stupid laundry while Matt spent more time watching game reports on the TV.

It was closer to 2am when you heard the Tv finally shut off and you could hear the sound of Matt's footsteps coming into the bedroom to get into bed, he walked into the room and immediately noticed that his side was taken up by laundry, mumbling out some response about you leaving everything there, prompting the response "the couch is open", to leave your mouth.

"What?"

Matt asked, staring at you like you had just sprouted horns or something crazy, you could just hear the confused look on his face.

"The fucking couch?"