"Okay? And I was simply telling you how I felt, I'm not stopping you from doing your job, Trixie." Matt sighed, placing his head back in his hands, rubbing his eyes hard as if that would eliminate the negativity. For once, Matt felt like this wasnt all his fault. If only she would actually listen. He bit his tongue as she got up, watching as the various people sorted things out and then posed her, next to Damien. He was able to keep himself calm and stay there for the next two or so minutes, but as it progressed he got increasingly more worked up. In the end he got up and made his way out, staring at Damien as he did so. As his gaze caught onto Trixie he shook his head, then making his way out to the car.

Trixie simply went through with the shoot, allowing the techs to pose her however they did. She didn't look at Matt at all- her gaze was always glued to either the camera or the techs. That was mainly because she knew looking at him would only make her more miserable than she already was- and she didn't want that in the slightest. By the time she got let off, he wasn't there any more, and she didn't go searching for him. She simply leaned against the wall alone, simply staring at the other wall.

After Matt had left the venue, he made no attempt to work out where he was going. In fact, he got in the car and just about drove off, making sure to at least message Trixie first. It wasnt a very helpful one, just something along the lines of "I've left, if you want me to pick you up once you're done then call me." and chucked his phone to the backseat, promtply after pulling out the parking lot. He did it mainly to calm himself down, and knew if she decided not to call him, let him at least pick her up and get a lift home, probably with some other guy, he'd be, well...done. Actually, he had no clue what he'd do, all he knew is that he doubted he'd be with Trixie again.

The rest of the shoot passed, which made her feel a little better- until she glanced at her phone and saw his message. She wasn't pleased with him, at all, and she didn't want to be in a car with him in the slightest. But if she asked for a ride from anyone else, she knew he would make something out of it like she had done wrong. So she changed back into her clothes, then walked outside and settled on a bench. She simply stayed seated there for an undeterminable amount of time- everyone had left by the time she picked up her phone to call him.

Matt had been sat in a relatively empty parking lot a little away from the venue when Trixie called him, to put it bluntly, crying for some time. . He felt a lot better than he thought he would spending time away from there, or more her, which he found incredibly scary, considering he loved her. And hoped she felt the same back. He picked up the phone after around 10 or so seconds, breathing in heavily before. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice slightly shaky. At least he didnt sound blunt.

Trixie furrowed her brows in slight confusion when his voice came through over the phone, tilting her head at the shaky quality. It almost sounded like he had been... crying? "Hey." She started softly. "Are you good to come and pick me up?" She asked, gently kicking a few rocks off the side walk. She felt a little less hostile now that she had been sitting for a while, enough so to be slightly concerned for him.

Matt didnt say anything for a couple seconds after she asked him to pick her up, purely for the reason he didnt believe she would want him to. Maybe she didnt anywy, he had no idea. He took a deep breath and nodded, and when he realised she couldnt see and so would think he was ignoring her, spoke. "I'll be there in about ten minutes." He said, hanging up briefly after to start the car. It took him a little under ten minutes to get back to the venue, and he pulled the car into the lot and right by Trixie, slowing down enough so he didnt flatten her.

Trixie waited for a response quietly, nodding softly at his answer. "Right. Thanks." She said, hanging up after and staring at her feet to wait for him. When he drove up, she got in the car, wearing more of a neutral rather than miserable look. "Hi." She said quietly, glancing at him and doing a double take. His undereyes were slightly red- a little puffy. Enough to let her now that he had, in fact, been crying. "Are you okay?" She asked tentatively, watching him quietly.

Matt played with the indicator as he waited for her to get in the car, much to the dislike of the one stray driver behind, who was clearly slightly confused. He nodded at her question, rubbing under his eye for a couple of seconds. "I'm alright. Are you?" He asked, his voice seemingly more shaky now that he had seen Trixie again. As he backed up a little and turned the car around, he glanced at her quickly, blinking more than needed to hold back anymore tears. "I'll drop you off at yours, if thats alright?" he said. He figured she'd want to stay away from him, and rightfully so by this point.

"I'm... okay." Trixie said quietly, tentatively resting her hand on his arm before she directed her attention out the window. She sent him a small glance at his question, frowning and watching him for a few moments. As displeased as she was, it was hard to stay angry at him in a state like this. "If you want to. You could stay over, if you wanted to." She shrugged quietly, looking back out the window.