Matt nodded in response to Trixies first comments, then stood up, holding out his hand to help her up. "Alright" he said softly, heading upstairs after she had joined him. Once they had gotten into his room he locked the door, turning and pulling her back in. "I promise we're gonna be okay" he whispered, his tone soft. He sat down on the bed, pulling his shirt off due to the fact it was incredibly warm, then re-pulled Trixie back in almost on top of him. He wanted to be able to wrap his arms around her as tightly as possible, make her feel okay.

Trixie nodded and grabbed his hand, using it to pull herself up with a sniffle. She followed him easily, watching as he locked the door and closing her eyes as he pulled her in. "I believe you." She said softly. She did, believe him. And part of her felt guilty for it. She kicked her platforms off as he took his shirt off, blinking as he pulled her in again. She wrapped her arms back around him, holding onto him tightly, as if she held on tightly enough She could keep him for herself.

Matt reached over to grab his phone to look at the time. 10:30. It wasn't incredibly late, but he couldn't think of anything else to to do other than suggest gettting ready to sleep. "I'm gonna have a shower, and then we could sleep if you like? or watch something?" he asked, keeping his tone soft as if his words would shoot through her if he sounded any different. Tone had always mattered to to him when he was receiving information, so he could only make sure he was careful to others.

Trixie kept herself curled close to his chest, shaking her head when he spoke. "Don't shower. Just stay with me, Matteo, please?" She asked softly, not lifting her head. "We don't have to do anything, I just want... I just want to be with you for now." She said softly.

"I'll be like ten minutes" Matt said, though he made no attempt to move, instead resting his head on top of hers. "But fine. Do you wanna at least watching something?" he asked with a faint smile, doing his best to lift the mood though that obviously wasn't going to happen.

-

bit short, i have a massive headache

"Thank you." Trixie said softly, closing her eyes as he settled his head on hers. "If you want to, yeah. I'm alright with anything, as long as you keep holding me." She muttered quietly, gently rubbing his back in circles.

((Dw about it- feel better))

thankuu)

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Matt nodded in response to Trixies comment, the grip on her arm tightening a little at her words. He had to swallow down the feeling of guilt all over again, this was a horrible situation. And even though she had said not to decide now, in his mind. he already had. He was staying. He put the first thing he could think of onto the tv, adjusting so he could settle under the bedsheets, pulling Trixie back in closely and focusing on the tv. Eventually, he felt himself grow incredibly tired, and drift off.

Ofc))

Trixie watched him settle under the bedsheets quietly, letting him pull her in and cuddling closer to his chest. Her arms were still wrapped around him tightly, and she had her eyes closed rather than on the TV. As his breathing started to slow and even out, she raised her head, watching him for a moment. "I love you." She murmured softly, pressing her lips to his forehead and settling back down.

She thought for a bit after that, but drifted off to sleep without realizing. She woke up somewhat early the next day, in the same position she had fallen asleep in. She only opened her eyes, simply staring at nothing in particular.

Matt felt his breath hitch in his chest ever so slightly as he faintly heard the three word phase he had held himself from actually saying, and his eyes fluttered open for a couple of seconds. She looked like she was already asleep, so whether he had left the response too long and not realised, or she had said in her sleep was beyond him. Still, he uttered the words back with a smile, wrapping his hands around her gently. "I love you too."

-

The next morning Matt woke up somewhat early, with an uneasy feeling. It was clearly because it was meant to be the day of the flight, and whilst he had told himself and Trixie he wasn't going, he still felt.sick. Nervous. Anxious about something though he had no idea what. He let his eyes open slowly, and he looked down at Trixie with a smile, who seemed to be awake. "Hey" he said softly, shielding his eyes from the light coming through the curtains, which he never shut. He was nervous thinking about what Trixie could be thinking about. What if she felt bad and wanted him to go? What if she was still worried about whether she would or not? Was it a good time to ask?

Trixie blinked and turned her gaze up to him when he spoke, offering him a faint smile. "Morning." She whispered, giving him a slight squeeze and tucking her head into the crook of his neck. She felt nervous, anxious. She knew what she had to say, but no part of her wanted to say it. She wanted to lay there, tucked in his arms, until his flight left and she didn't have to worry about it anymore.