Matt knows you struggle with talking to new people and just interacting with others in general. It's something you've struggled with your entire life, and he gets it. He struggles sometimes too, so you two are in the same boat. He's never once mocked you or ridiculed you for it, or even laughed at you.

Your anxiety stems into even things like phone calls, situations where you don't even have to speak face to face with someone. Just the idea of it is totally nerve-racking.

You two are in the car, ordering at a fast food join through the drive-thru. Matt orders his easily, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he speaks. When he's sure they've got his order, he looks to you, hearing the employee ask it there was anything else.

He nudges you gently, seeing you preoccupied with your phone, and when you look up, he gestures to the sign with all the food on it. Matt watches you try to order, stumbling over your words and stuttering a little, and he's quiet for a moment, a small smile settling on his lips.

"Hey, hey," he says gently, catching your attention again when he sees you getting a little bit upset. When you meet his gaze, he continues, "just tell me, okay? Whatcha' wanna eat? I'll order for you," his voice is gentle, encouraging.