Trixie listened to him quietly, nodding slowly as she turned her attention to the ground again. "I see." She said softly. He said some things so simply that she had to believe him. She blinked at him when he spoke, finally turning her gaze to him and looking alarmed. "Please don't leave. I don't want to be alone." She started quietly, speaking again because that didn't feel like enough. "I need you." She added softly, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Uhm- to stay. I need you to stay." She finished urgently.

Matt pushed his drink away, feeling sick at the sight of it. "Trixie, as much as I want to believe you, I really dont. I'm sure you'll be able to find someone else to stay with you, no? You're definitely pretty enough, definitely easy and nice enough to talk to. Plus, its hard sitting here knowing what i've done to you. I dont expect you to forgive me now or ever, i'm just saying it how it is." he said, the whole thing basically just blurted out before he could stop himself. "I miss you so much, its genuinely crazy. I dunno how i'll go the next couple of hours sitting here acting like i'm not, either. It hurts." he added, figuring he might aswell just carry on. What did he have to lose?

"Matt, I don't- I don't want someone else to stay with me. I want you to stay with me. I-" Trixie paused. She didn't know how to respond to the end of that. "And I want to forgive you, it's just- really hard." She added, her tone something between a plea and panic. She leaned forward slightly when he continued, running her hand down his arm to rest on his upper arm. The instinct to comfort him took over the slight grudge She had built up, and she found herself blurting out words. "I miss you too. I don't- I don't know how to function correctly without you. But I make you feel sick. I don't want to keep making you sick just by being around you- you said it yourself. And I can't- keep your attention, apparently, from what happened at the pub. I don't know what to do. I don't know what you want me to do." She added softly, her lips pressed tightly together afterward.

Matt listened to Trixie speak, biting hard down on his tongue to stop the familiar feeling building up in his throat. "I know. And thats why I said you don't have to forgive me." he said, his voice incredibly quiet. He shook his head at her next words, wincing at the words he had said to her being brought back up. It sounded even worse said by someone else. "You don't. Granted, i said it and i really really exaggerated it but i dont think I had enough time to even think about what I did to you. It, in my opinion, is far worse than it seems. And as for the attention thing thats so far from the truth, you were all I thought about. I cant tell you exactly why I distanced myself from you the way I did, I hate myself for it." he said, burying his head in his hands for a couple seconds, blinking when he brought his head back up. He felt incredibly dizzy. "I dont know either. I'm sorry but ill have to leave it up to you, I cant carry on acting any..friendlier until I know whether you're able to at least forgive me. Even then it'll be hard to forget."

Trixie listened to him speak, biting her lip and fighting tears withe very word. Most of what he said made her feel better- and slightly worse at the same time. She let him finish, then grabbed her drink and finished it quietly. When she set it back down, she stared at the glass for a few moments, spinning it on the countertop. When she stopped, she turned fully to face him. "I can forgive you. I think it'll be difficult, and it'll take a while, but I can forgive you. I just need to know you won't do it again." She said quietly, watching him somewhat intensely.

"Yeah see the "itll take a while" is the problem Trixie, and im not sayin because i want it to happen straight away but the longer it gets without you forgiving or trusting me, i'll feel ten times worse. Like Ive said, it doesnt matter. I'm glad you think you'll be abe to forgive me at least." Matt said, breathing out heavily. He hadnt smiled properly since he got there and really, he didnt want to. It seemed too much effort to explain his feelings let alone smile on top of that. "Trust me Trixie if we were on good terms again I ould promise you it wouldnt happen again. I quite literally hate myself for it, i'd rather not do that to you again." he spoke, rubbing the cut on his palm nerviusly.

The entire conversation, if possible, was only making Trixie feel worse. The idea that the longer it took her to forgive him, the worse he would feel- made her feel about as wonderful as dog shit. "If. I can't deal with if, Matt. Either you won't do it again, or you would. Just give me one or the other and I'll try as hard as I can to forgive you. I miss you about as badly as you miss me, and I just want your word. I want your word, and then we can be together again. That's all I need."

Matt was growing increasingly agitated with the conversation, and he shifted from one foot to another, turning to lean his ekbows on the bar counter and yet again put his head in his hands. "I just gave you my word Trixie, what part of that indicated I would do it again? Don't give me that "oh do this and then we can be together again" its not entirely your choice. Im sorry if thats not how you intended it to come across, but it has." he blurted out, pretty much on the brink of tears falling. He took a deep breath and turned back around, rubbing his forehead. "I wont do it again. I promise." he finished, feeling a lot more stupid and slightly like a ittle kid by the end of it.

Trixie let out a slight groan when he, yet again, took her words the wrong way. "I know it's not entirely my choice, Matt, but everything you've said to me would indicate that you want to get back together. Sorry if I misunderstood." She muttered, laying her forehead against the bar counter quietly and fighting tears. "Thank you. That's all I wanted." She said quietly, lifting her head and giving him a hesitant look. She moved toward him once, then hesitated and settled awkwardly back in her chair instead. "Can I- is it alright if I hug you?" She asked tentatively, feeling stupid for asking the question as soon as it left her mouth.

Matt nodded and took to staring at the floor instead of replying, only looking up for a brief couple of seconds just to see what was going on around him. He gave another nod at her next words, just hoping she would say something different, off the topic they were talking about. If not, he might aswell drown himself at the rate it was going. Lukily, she did. Without thinking, or answering her question he wrapped his arms around Trixie, not giving her much room to move even if she wanted to.