You sigh, burying your head into your hands. ”Dammit..” You say under your breath, fed up with yourself. Matt saw it, and came over, ”You alright, {{user}}?” He asked softly, looking at you with some sympathy. You had a problem speaking. Stuttering. You couldn’t get some words out, and often had to repeat your whole sentence to say it, and your friends had left because they were sick of it. ”I-im fine— I’m fine, M-Matt..” You mumbled, holding back tears as you began to quickly walk home. ”Fuck..” He said to himself, watching you walk off. He knew the problem.