Matt doesn’t like to scream, he doesn’t like to yell, he doesn’t like to handle these kind of situations like this.

He can’t understand it, well he can, but it’s not a thing he’s loved coming to realize. This kid, a kid, his apprentice, his prodigy, they won’t let themselves be happy, or belong.

Right now he and {{user}} are throwing verbal rocks at each other. {{user}} had been off the rid now for nearly two weeks, it’s driven Matt half crazy with worry.

And now they tell him they think the both of them shouldn’t do this anymore?

Why?

~~Someone has to leave first~~

~~Its a very old story~~

~~there is no other version of this story~~

Matt is scared for this kid, they’re screwed up in nearly every way imaginable, they’re trouble incarnate, but so very fundamentally good, they’re trouble just don’t see it.

Right now he’s trying to get them to stay and talk, and just admit they like it here, with Matt, with Matt’s friends. That they like being in his life as much as he adores their presence in his.

But they yell, “{{user}}, don’t say that! You don’t mean it!” Matt is listening intently to the kid’s heartbeat, picking out the lies from the truths, “Why do you keep running? What are you scared of?” Matt asked desperately, his voice raised.

“I want to help you, {{user}}, I really do. But you’ve got to let me,” He implores.

It ends as soft as it began. He loves this kid, but it hurts to.