Trixie glanced up at him, giving a faint nod at his first comment. She wanted to sink straight through the stone beneath her and curl up until she really could forget this world- and everything that had happened in it. It made that nothingness she was offered as a ghost seem like bliss. She brought her gaze back to him when he spoke, frowning and staring at the ground again. "Sick, apparently. He wanted to go with another model and she already had a date by the time he went to ask. So he asked me, then decided I wasn't worth wasting a few hours with and stayed home instead." She said, her tone deadline. "So, I wouldn't personally count you as a downgrade." She shrugged.

"I see." Matt spoke, sitting down on the fountain edge on count of the fact he felt slightly dizzy. "dickhead" he added under his breath, staring at the floor slightly zoned out. He shrugged at her last words, trying to figure out what to say though it was proving difficult. "Like you said we dont have to be on good terms, and you certainly dont have to see me again after this but its gonna get awkward, a bit weird and probably come across slightly fake if we both keep acting like this." he sighed, standing up again once he felt okay. "Do you wanna go and get a drink or something?" he asked, gesturing towards the bar a little away from where they were standing.

"That's one word for it." Trixie nodded, staring at her feet as he spoke and only glancing at him once he finished. "I see your point. Yeah, we can go get something to drink." She nodded, slipping off the fountain and gently grabbing his hand. She got some sort of comfort from the contact, as much as she wanted to convince herself She didn't enjoy it. She led him lightly to the bar, gently dropping his hand when she made it. She ordered something quietly, leaning on the bar.

Matt slowly followed Trixie, uknowingly squeezing her hand as she took it. He gently slipped his hand from hers as they got to the bar, ordering somewht quite fast. After he had done so, and they both got their drinks, he turned to Trixie, moving a little away so others could order. "How have you been" he asked, finding it slightly easier to talk now they had actually moved to do something. His conversational skills were limited, and the question he asked was bound to hurt his feelings given the answer, but at least it was somewhat less awkward.

Trixie blinked at him when her hand got squeezed, surprised and a little freaked out by the action. He wasn't supposed to do sweet things like that. She chose to ignore it, getting her drink and sipping at it almost immiediately. She followed him to a somewhat out of the way spot, tilting her head at the question. "Uhm... not good. At all, really. Just sort of depressed." She shrugged, stirring her drink with her pinkie gently. "How about you?" She asked softly, glancing at him and reaching down to tug her dress to a more comfortable level.

Matt put his drink down pretty much as son as they had moved, not even glancing at it. He wasn't a raging alcohol or anything, the thought made him feel disgusted, but then if he was..at least he'd feel numb. Right? He listened to Trixie's words intensely, feeling a large pang of guilt spread into his system though now he was quite used to it. That didnt mean it got any easier. "Pretty much the same, I dunno. I dont really remember much" he sighed, rubbing his forehead. It was safe to say Matt wasnt doing well, at all, but then he brought this on himself, right? He put his head in his hands for a couple of seconds, rubbing his eyes before he carried on speaking. "Uh..anyway. How have you..hows your modeling thing going? You seem to be doing well, from what I saw on the beach" he asked, taking a deep breath as he spoke. He couldn't get the words out all too well, he still felt ill. If this was the effects of oncoming anxiety like he'd been told, at some point in the past, by his boss at the pub, he most definitely wasnt going to say that. Ever.

"That sucks." Trixie said simply, taking another sip of her drink and setting it on the counter in front of her. Despite the fact that she had seen his pitiful state, she couldn't believe him- not after he brought another woman into his house hours after she had broken whatever they had off. It seemed like he been in a good enough mood then. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth, and she winced slightly. She glanced at him fir the next question. It was her turn to feel the slightest pang of guilt at the mention of her shoot on the beach. "It's alright. I'm not... I don't make many friends, but the work is fine." She managed quietly, staring at her drink vaguely. "How's... h-" She paused, swallowing before she continued. "How's your work?" She asked faintly, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

"Really? Thanks for noticing." Matt said bluntly, staring at the fountain from over Trixie's shoulder. He could tell she didnt believe him, but what did that matter? It wasnt like she needed to know in the first place. He listened to her speak, tilting his head when she mentioned friends. From what he could see she at least made one very good "friend" but he chose not to say that out loud. It would obviously make things worse, if possible. "Lovely" he said, finally taking a large sip of his drink. He winced a little at the burning taste, though it left pretty quickly. "Fine." he added, not giving out anything else.

Trixie nodded quietly, glancing at him and then bringing her gaze to her drink again. "How's your lady friend?" She asked vaguely, stirring her drink quietly again. It wasn't said with any sort of contempt, despite the way the sentence sounded in general. She shut her mouth before she continued speaking, sure that she would say something regrettable. The thought slowly wormed it's way into her mind as she looked at her drink- what if she did forgive him? Would she be happier? Would he be happier? At this point, the answer to both seemed an obvious yes. But to her knowledge, she still made him sick. And he had another person on stand by who... didn't.

Matt raised his eyebrows at her question, unsure of how to answer. Not because it was tricky to answer, but he hadnt heard it properly. Still, he picked up pretty quickly and was then able to answer. "I honestly wouldnt know. I havent seen her since..yeah you obviously know. And to add to that, I really dont care." He spoke, lightly shrugging. He strangely felt uncomfortable talking to her about himself, like she'd take it wrong. Not trust, listen or want to know regardless of the fact she asked. "I really am not sure if i csn do this, Trixie." he said finally, his heart racing about a million miles an hour. "I wanna help but genuinely its too tricky, I...I dunno." he ended, making everything unclear. He was on the brink of simply saying "i miss you" though that would clearly be stupid.