( well, probably not. he’s been careful — Matt has always preferred to save his obvious animosity for when his face is covered. there’s only one person in particular in Beacon that had earned his genuine distaste, and Crowley wasn’t so much an active threat as an accidental one when his stupid bullshit capsized and caused splash damage on everyone else.

(Matt is still super pressed about the ferry.)

it’s only after she’s sitting on top of her bag that he muses they should have stacked them, it’d be moderately more comfortable for the one sleeping. maybe it’d still be worth trying, once one of them is actively trying to rest. for now he just adjusts his to be parallel to hers and lies next to her, close but not on top of her.

she’s right he doesn’t really want to talk. talking hurts more than he’d like. he stares at an empty sky he can’t see, and it might seem like he doesn’t intend to answer until suddenly he does. )

Teenager. Barely 18, if that. He left behind a world where all adults had disappeared, and he spent most of his time hating himself for being here and not being there where his friends still needed him. ( relatable. maybe that’s why he’d connected so closely to the kid, Matt has been feeling the same since he arrived. ) He offered to read to me. Just out of the blue.

( clearly that had left an impression on Matt. )