The setting sun caressed Matt's skin as the night came in like a slow tide. He'd been here for how many hours now, sitting and listening to music or watching people enjoy the outdoors in the beginning of summer? The truth of the matter is that he didn't have anywhere to go where he felt like gen belonged.
Tristan claimed to have a work trip. While Mae wasn't terrible to be with, Matt knew that he had prejudices that affected how he treated the little Garou. It was better if he just stayed out and camped on a roof somewhere.
Maybe he should just go back to Cora's warehouse for the night...
The thought had been nagging him most of the day, but Matt couldn't bring himself to do that yet. She was a friend, but she was also an enemy. He loved her and hated her in equal measures, and that was half the problem. The scale was evenly balanced. He needed to count the grains of sand on each side to determine where his feelings fell. He needed to know, for certainty, where they stood with each other. If he went and begged for shelter over night, he couldn't objectively make that judgement. He'd visited to indulge and explore the friendship side of the balance, but he couldn't let go of the blame and the burden of guilt he felt around her. He sighed, frustrated.
The looks of pity from the last remaining park patrons pissed him off. He hated being pitied. Yeah, he was the poor blind guy, and wasn't it a shame since he'd be cute if it weren't for...you know...
Ugh. Superficial judgement. He hated that almost as much as he hated the pity.