Matt grit his teeth at Wills words, glancing down at Trixie. He was grateful she didn't seem to jump into his arms and in fact seemed very hesitant, but at the same time he didn't exactly want to just..get in the way. Seeing as Trixie didn't seem to keen on saying anything, he looked up through his hair, retracting his arm from around her waist. "I'm sure whatever you have to say you can say here no?" he asked, half regretting his words as soon as they came out of his mouth, though he meant them completely.

Trixie stuttered out the start of a few sentences, soon being saved by Matt. She blinked as his arm slid off her waist and she looked up at him, gently pulling her hands off him as he spoke before she turned back to Will, crossing her arms over her chest and shrugging his hand off. He looked uncomfortable, as though shoved into a situation he wasn't eager to be him. He sent a half-glare at Matt and then went back to looking at Trixie, his shoulders still turned in a way that tried to cut Matt out of the conversation. W "Fine. Okay, listen Trix, I just- I just need another chance. I know I seem like I've changed, but I swear to you, I'm no different than before. I stuck by your side for everything, and I'm quite insulted you left me after, what, a week? After getting out of your coma. You didn't give me any time to adjust. I thought I'd never talk to you again." He was speaking quietly, his last words in a hissing tone. He was staring at Trixie rather intensely, laying both hands on her shoulders to hold her there. She shifted uncomfortably, pulling back slightly and finding her voice with a sigh. "Look, Will, I understand that you're upset. But it wasn't working for either of us- and talking about it at a frat party isn't the way to fix whatever you want to fix. We can talk later, if you still want to." She sighed, attempting to pull back out of his grip, which tightened almost to the point of pain when she did so.

Matt listened to Wills words, his hearing sharp as the man started talking. He couldn't help but feel a strong blunt of jealousy, quite definitely something he had never felt before- and something he definitely wouldn't want to feel again. He looked up as the man clearly came to the end of his long sentence, moving his hair away from his eyes. There was nothing much he could really judge in terms of what Will had said to Trixie, he definitely didn't know the whole story well enough to butt in and talk about it for her, nor did she seem like that was needed. But the grip on her that Will had seemed to be causing Trixie some slight pain, and he had to fight back whatever he could to not prise the man right off of her. "She clearly doesn't wanna talk about it, 'Will,' leave her alone"he mumbled, his words coming out quietly through a slightly bored exhale. He knew he could either choose to be plain rude, try and mediate the situation or not talk at all. At the moment, he was firmly in the middle. Mediating the situation seemed to be the easiest right now, though he knew he'd fight if he had to.

Will gained a slightly panicked look in his eyes as Matt spoke. W "I wasn't talking to you. What are you, anyway? A fling?" He hissed bitterly, but his voice only contained so much strength, and it seemed that was about as far as he would push the line as he glared at Matt. Trixie gave a small sigh and wriggled her shoulders, gently pushing at Will's hands, a little weakly, but his grip didn't move. It simply brought his gaze back to her. "Will, just go enjoy the party. I don't wanna talk right now." She said, lowering her voice so she was hushed slightly. Will seemed to contemplate his choices and then shook his head. W "No. I want to talk now, so we're going to talk somewhere this... guy isn't." He scoffed, releasing one of her shoulders and keeping a firm grip on the other, his nails digging in slightly. Trixie planted her feet as he tried to pull her off, and she switched to trying to pry his fingers from her shoulder. "Will, stop, that hurts-" She hissed.

i'm gonna be spending a longggg day building engines so i might not be on, im not sure :))

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Matt raised his eyebrows at Wills tone, a smile playing on his lips. His vision blurred for a couple seconds, which only fueled his mood a little more. "And you're what..an ex? I doubt you have any more significance than I do" he shrugged, looking the guy in the eye. He seemed around the same height as Matt but not too much the same in size, he was definitely..lankier, which Matt seemed to know he could take to his advantage. "you must have something real sketchy to say if you can't say it here no? maybe you know you've done something wrong?" he asked, his tone patronising. As his eyes ran down the guy after he finished his sentence, they caught on Wills arms, and eventually his hands which were still digging into Trixies shoulders. Her last comment was enough to actually bring Matt forward to the situation, and, still with slightly blurred vision he grabbed Wills wrist rather tight, so tight his own knuckles turned slightly white, and did his best to prise him off Trixie without hurting her.

Oooof- alright, have a good time :) ))

Trixie sighed as Matt came back with a response and Will bristled, but he wasn't able to find a good comeback. Will seemed to get angrier by the second as the situation continued to stray farther from his plan. W "Will you shut up? You're nothing compared to me. She loves me." He growled, as though this proved some sort of winning point. Trixie shook her head and continued to pry at Will's hand, which only made him tighten his grip more. So much so, she almost cried out because of it. "Will, just stop, just go-" It was a pleading, somewhat desperate tone. She blinked in surprise as Matt stepped forward, her gaze flicking up to him instinctively. Will let out some sort of hiss as his wrist got grabbed, loosening his grip enough for Trixie to yank back and out. She stumbled slightly when she did so, and after she stayed close at Matt's side, gently grabbing his shoulder in Hope's a fight wouldn't be started.

all i can say is i shoulda considered dying my hair blonde, its near stained black w oil now lol)

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Matt smiled at Wills words, knowing full well he was something compared to the guy, most definitely. "Whether or not she's still in love with you, i'd say just leave her alone. Youre embarrassing yourself enough as it is without making the dumb false claims" he spoke, enjoying the anger that seemed to be rising from Will. It was easier for him to be calm the angrier the other person was, and again he didn't necessarily want to fight. He felt a little relief as the grip on Trixies shoulder was lifted and she had managed to jump away, though his urge to lunge forward at Will right after was held back by Trixies touch, and he decided against it.

Pffft- understandable. Good day, though?))

Will let out a growl-like noise, yanking his hand back and just barely getting it out of Matt's grip. He rubbed his wrist, and despite the reason he had shown earlier, it looked like he was most definitely gearing up for a fight. W "Shut your mouth, you don't know shit about her." He hissed, attempting to stand straighter and move closer to him, in some sort of attempt to get in his face. Trixie watched the encounter, panicking slightly. With little to no thought she slid to stand in front of Matt, her back pressed to his chest as she stared at Will. He was perplexed, at least, because it didn't let him get as close as he planned nor throw a punch without a chance of hitting her.

50/50, borrowed THE nicest lambo fro my friend whilst she goes abroad which is good, but im 90% sure i've really fucked my finger getting it caught in a timing belt- which are basically metal chains around the engine, so basically painful loll)

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Matt raised his eyebrows at Wills words yet again, though he wasn't wrong. He hardly knew much about Trixie of course,and if there was something the guy knew that he didnt, well that was that. But that sentence sort of prompted him to think he knew..so much more about her than he thought. As Trixie pressed herself up against his chest, he was 50/50 on his mood. Half of him was grateful, and happy about the fact she had stayed by him, half of him wanted her to move so he could actually throw a punch. But of course he wasn't saying that, and so he looked up at Will, resting his hand on Trixies shoulder half to steady himself. "It seems as if you're not going to get anywhere with this Will, like I said you're embarrassing yourself. Go and find someone else to harrass no?" he said, looking him in the eye.

Niceee, but also that sucks- finger pain is the absolute worst, man

How bad did you fuck up your finger?))

Trixie's heart was going about a million miles a minute, and despite the urge to speak, no words came to mind. She was grateful when he laid a hand on her shoulder, because that meant he both wasn't going to swing and gave her some sort of support. Will was breathing heavily, thinking through his options as Matt spoke. He took a few moments and then glared at Matt. W "This isn't over. I swear to you, this isn't over." He huffed, turning his gaze to Trixie and holding up an accusatory finger that he jabbed at her chest. W "He just wants to get in your fucking pants, Trix." He growled, dropping his hand. "Well, he's already been, so." She scoffed instinctively, spitting out the first bitter thing that came to mind. Will took a half step back and made a noise that could only be associated with disgust before he turned on his heel and stormed off.