[ Is that a good noise of disgust? Matt thinks it's a good one. Either way, he can't repress a quirk of a smile in return before his gaze slides to the screen.
He doesn't really grok the language of romantic comedies. He's not even sure this is one; do people's moms usually die in the opening scenes of those? But he knows his poems, prayers, and spells. Repeated motifs are important in all three; so's symmetry. He's pleased by the echoes of this and that--words spoken at the same time, magic and the touch of hands. Matt himself is pretty quiet, speaking mainly to answer a question of Astarion's or to make the very occasional arch remark.
He starts off curled up on his side of the couch, feet tucked under him because as a person, he refuses to respect the Balfours' furniture, and as a bisexual he doesn't know how to sit. As the movie foxtrots on, he starts to unfurl, angling towards Astarion in turn without fully realizing it. It's a natural mirror to make on Matt's end, easy and warm, even without any actual contact. ]
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He doesn't really grok the language of romantic comedies. He's not even sure this is one; do people's moms usually die in the opening scenes of those? But he knows his poems, prayers, and spells. Repeated motifs are important in all three; so's symmetry. He's pleased by the echoes of this and that--words spoken at the same time, magic and the touch of hands. Matt himself is pretty quiet, speaking mainly to answer a question of Astarion's or to make the very occasional arch remark.
He starts off curled up on his side of the couch, feet tucked under him because as a person, he refuses to respect the Balfours' furniture, and as a bisexual he doesn't know how to sit. As the movie foxtrots on, he starts to unfurl, angling towards Astarion in turn without fully realizing it. It's a natural mirror to make on Matt's end, easy and warm, even without any actual contact. ]