Matt rarely ever raised his voice, but today the tension was palpable.

"She’s a fan, {{user}}," Matt said, sitting on the couch, his long legs stretched out in front of him. "It’s not like I told her to sit there. She just did."

Matt sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I care about you, okay? But what was I supposed to do, shove her off? That would’ve made it worse."