Trixie shrugged. "Sure I do. I instigated the whole thing in the first place." She said, her tone showing she was ready to drop it. She took a few more steps toward him, the urge to be close strangely growing stronger as she looked at him. She offered him a small, sweet smile in return to his, shaking her head at his apology. "It's okay. Can we... put this to rest now?" She asked softly.

Matt gave a weak nod and smile, caressing his hand slowly. Of course it didnt hurt, but it was still out of habit. He looked at Trixie as she moved closer slightly, fighting every urge to just..touch her, anything to let her know he was actually sorry. He glanced over at Stanley, who was ordering the various people around o his own accord, and back to her. "Lets just go" he sighed, irritated with himself for actually being able to cook up a better sentence. He gave her another smile and started off towards the stage, rubbing his forehead in frustration.

Trixie nodded nervously. "Good." She shot him a small, genuine smile. She fell into step beside him as they headed toward Stanley, looking at her feet awkwardly for a few moments. "You're supposed to be shirtless, if I remember correctly?" She teased gently, reaching out to playfully tug at it, but she stopped herself. She wasn't sure if his earlier request still stood about the whole 'don't touch me' thing, so she awkwardly let her hand fall, looking off at a wall.

Matt could only be grateful that people didnt actually care incredibly much about whatever had happened about 20 ish minutes ago, and instead were focused on their own work as they headed back over. He let out a small laugh at her comment, watching her hand as she reached out then pulled back away, giving a small shrug. "Yeah. Come with me" He blurted out, gesturing towards the changing rooms. It would be easier to tell her what he desperately wanted to without the tall bald man hovering around their every action. "If you want" he added stupidly, his eyes set on the floor.

Trixie blinked in surprise at the command, her eyes widening slightly when she realized he wanted to go to the changing rooms. It took her a long second to shut her filthy brain off and nod, following him. "Alright. Just one question- why are you talking me to the changing rooms?" She asked curiously, a slightly teasing undertone in her voice.

Matt narrowed his eyes at Trixie, his mouth breaking into a small smile at the slight tease. "Oh because I want to have sex with you i'm like that. " He said bluntly, his tone clearly joking. "Because I cant do what I wanna do in here, we'll just get dragged into line" he frowned, nodding towards an irritated Stanley. He didnt give Trixie much time to answer and instead headed off towards the changing rooms, only hoping he would follow her. He didnt know exactly..what he wanted to say, she wanted to move on from the topic after all. Or, he could just not say anything. Hug her maybe? Stare at her awkwardly even? He slipped out the doors and waited, hoping she had come.

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my english couldnt be failing any harder, i've switched tenses so many times :"))

"I'm down. I've seen worse apologies." Trixie said playfully, nodding at his reasoning and following him without a moments hesitation. "What is it you want to do, again?" She asked sarcastically, slipping right after him when they got to the changing room. She tilted her head at him slightly.

Matt didnt answer her until he had managed to pull his shirt off, throwing it down on the bench and heading back out from the mens changing rooms, facing Trixie. "Nothing. You wanted to move on" he said, slightly teasingly, though about a couple seconds later he simply pulled her in for a hug, being as gentle as he could incase she wanted to pull away. He wouldnt blame her, not even an hour ago he had grabbed her rather violently and shoved her in front of well..everyone.

Trixie watched him somewhat intensely as he pulled his shirt off, taking in a sharp breath as he did so. She started speaking after his tease, rolling her eyes. "You just sa-" She blinked as she found herself held against his chest gently. It took her slow brain a moment to figure out what was going on, and when she did, she wrapped her arms around him somewhat tightly, pulling herself closer to him. Somehow, it didn't seem like the best idea for the two of them to be hugging, half-naked, in a partially public place- but her brain ignored that. She gently leaned her head against the side of his, closing her eyes.

Matt felt himself relax a little when she tightened her grip around him, and as she shut her eyes, gave a rather genuine smile though not directed to anything in particular. Of course it was then that the guilt chose that exact moment to come flooding back, though he did his best to swallowthe feelings and push them down. After a couple minutes of basic silence he pulled away, keeping his hand instinctively over the scar on his stomach. "well i wont say anything else about it, that was basically my actual apology" he said softly, looking her in the eye as he spoke.