The heat of his face makes Matt's head tilt in that direction. Not the same as seeing. Just an awareness of the climate change, a sensation to flicker over his mind's eye and ripple like flames. Oh ho. There's Steve. He keeps the amusement to himself. "This really is terrific. You're an artist." For whatever that will mean out of a blind man's mouth, he means it. "Our home," he repeats softer, to himself.
"I hope it wasn't anything that's become fatal." Never underestimate the power of a horrifically bad splinter. Steve does not need those.
They do, don't they. You'd think they enjoy one another's company or something. "It's uh..." Matt smiles and rubs over an eyebrow. "It's nothing quite so sophisticated as this."
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Date: 2016-01-26 03:32 am (UTC)"I hope it wasn't anything that's become fatal." Never underestimate the power of a horrifically bad splinter. Steve does not need those.
They do, don't they. You'd think they enjoy one another's company or something. "It's uh..." Matt smiles and rubs over an eyebrow. "It's nothing quite so sophisticated as this."