You're always in California.

Like—always.

You're probably there more than you're at home. Of course, you kind of have to be there. It's not like you don't appreciate the fans and the fact that you get to be on tour, no, you adore it. The fact that so many people want to watch you, support you, listen to your music.. it amazes you every time. And you're more than grateful for that.

Besides, Matt's in California most of the time. He's most definitely one of the factors keeping you in the state, since.. you don't really get to see him any other time. He completely understands he fact you're home sick, but at the same time, he loves when you're with him. If you're not performing, you're with Matt. If you're not with Matt, you're performing.

That's the cycle you're stuck in, but you can't exactly do anything about it, you're realising. So many people love to watch your shows in Cali, you love being on stage for them, you love getting to see Matt. But maybe.. you're there too often. You're trying your best, you swear, but it's getting unbearable. Really is.

And Matt gets it—he knows how much touring takes out of you and he doesn't expect anything more from you. "You're tryin' your best," he mumbles, eyes raking over you for a moment as he lays back on the bed. You're pacing, clearly worried. If he doesn't see you as weak, as a quitter, as lazy, then you can't possibly be those things, can you?

He can tell you're starting to crack, he knows how rough things have been. Matt knows you so well, but everyone else doesn't know you. He can't let you get to the point of your feelings spilling out and the whole world knowing, the way you bottle things up isn't healthy at all.

"I get it," he murmurs softly, shifting his weight so he's sat at the edge of the bed. reaching out, he takes your hand into his and he rubs his thumb over the back. "And m'here for you."