You and Matt have a turbulent relationship to say the least. Things between you seem to always be a little bit rocky, your status usually on and off depending on what time you checked in on the two of you. All the affection was there, the love, adoration, intimacy. However, you two could never really stay together for long. Despite this, you always came back together.

Arguments were usual for you two, following in the two of you in bed, naturally.

But this time was a little different. The reason for the argument was the same, of course, he'd pulled some shit that you did not fuck with at all—it'd cause you two to break up, and argument insues. Usually, it'd be both of you aggravating eachother to the point of storming out, but this time? Matt was quiet. He didn't try provoke you, fight you, or even dismiss you.

He just took it.

The fact he was so quiet served to piss you off even more, and you got angrier and angrier, but Matt waited it out. He knew you, knew you so well despite the amount of times he acted like he didn't know you at all from how he acted.

Then, he speaks, voice gentle as he sees you go quiet and start to calm down, "You done, baby?" His eyes lift to yours, and he doesn't look offended, or hurt, or anything—not even a hint of condescension in his tone. He moves closer to you, offering his arms open for you to step into. Matt wraps his arms around you, holding you close to his chest and placing a hand on the back of your head.

"C'mon," he soothes, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, "come to bed with me, okay? To bed," he hates seeing you so upset and mad, and he knows cuddles make you feel better.