you're making this so sad knowing he's just gonna leave without saying loll)

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"Are you alright?" Matt asked, swallowing the negative tone and doing his best to replace it with a neutral sounding one. He took his arm out from around her to pull himself up, giving an apologetic look as he did so. "If i'm allowed, i'm gonna have a shower" he said with a smile, giving Trixie a gentle kiss before he stood up. He looked down at the healed scar on his stomach as he stretched, having completely forgotten it was there, and then re focused his attention back on Trixie.

"About as alright as I can be. You?" Trixie asked softly, letting go of him so he could move. She smiled faintly at his joke, leaning into his kiss. "I'll allow it, I guess." She teased halfheartedly, watching him in a sad sort of way.

"I'm fine" Matt smiled, giving a small smile as he looked down at Trixie. "I'll be quick" he said quietly, heading into the shower briefly after. He wanted to spend as much time with her possible, so he vowed to be quick.

Trixie nodded quietly, standing and walking to his dresser. She ran her fingers over a few of his shirts in silence, then sighed and shut the drawer. She walked back to the bed and curled up in it silently, laying face down on a pillow.

Matt didn't take long in the shower, he didn't want to and it wasn't exactly the most thrilling thing to do, soaking under hot water after just waking up. He might aswell have fallen asleep. He came back out, squeezing the water out his fringe, throwing his shirt on the bed. He could see Trixie was still upset, and had about no idea how to help. He sat down silently as he sorted his hair out, speaking up after a couple minutes. "Do you have anything to..say?" he asked slowly.

Trixie rolled on her side to face him as he sat down, taking a deep breath at his question. "I think you should go." She said softly, staring at her hands as she spoke rather than watching him. That would hurt too much. She hated the words coming out of her mouth, but she was convinced that it was the right thing to say.

Matt stopped himself in his tracks as he heard Trixie speak, letting the remains of the water he was squeezing out drip onto his lap. "You..what?" He asked, feeling a slight pang of sadness set in as he took in what she said. "Why would you say that? I thought you wanted me to stay?" he said, his tone coming across as numb as he was bound to feel soon. Sure, he may be overreacting before she gave a reason for her statement, but in his mind he had every right.

Trixie bit her lip and closed her eyes at his reaction, wincing slightly. She sat up, looking at him and fighting tears in her eyes. "I- I do want you to stay, I really do." She added quickly, grabbing his hand and swallowing. "But I just- I can't give you any of what your father is offering you. Your family is there, you have a great, guaranteed life there, with a gorgeous woman, and all the money you could ever want. I am a college student submerged to my hips in debt, with barely any money to my name, and nothing to offer you except... me." She said softly, holding his gaze.

As he listened to Trixie talk, Matt knew him getting frustrated would only make matters worse. He was aware that the feelings slowly seeping through his system weren't what she deserved, but what was he meant to do? He couldn't control it. Matt refused to turn and look at the girl, instead staring at the tv, watching the reflections in the black screen. "Right. And you think I care so little that I would just..dump you for what seems like the perfect storybook life? I'm not like that, Trixie." His tone was becoming less neutral and showing more of how he felt, and he turned his gaze to her, fiddling with his shirt in his hands. "I couldn't care less about how much money I'd have, or if i'd be guaranteed to marry Layla and everything look perfect, i only care about my family and I can visit them. I also couldn't care less about you having nothing to offer, you're all I want. But..I dunno. Maybe I shoulda rethought my decision" he mumbled.

"No, Matt, Honey, that isn't what I said. I just want what's best for you, and I'm... not it. I know you better than that." She said softly, watching him anxiously. She almost broke down at his last words, turning her gaze to her feet and staring at them. "But, I- Matt; please think about it. Just weigh your options. Going back to Italy will give you more than I could ever provide. If you stay, I just- I know I'll feel guilty for letting you stay, when you could have a perfect life somewhere else." She said softly, burying her head into her hands.