The first question bothers him, in a brain-itching sort of way. A spot where the puzzle pieces of their different worlds don't quite piece together like he thought. Matt turns where he sits to face Daniel properly.
"You have vampires but no ghosts?" he says. He starts to say something else, too, something about the messiness of categorizing spirits through a corporeal lens, but Daniel's faster; they overlap a moment, Matt's brain freezing on fucked up plant.
"How I ..." He laughs, awkward.
Unfortunately, he finds himself meeting Daniel's incisive gaze, which is a bad move. He feels like he's under a microscope. Matt scrubs a hand over his cheek, rubbing over the old scar.
"I'm not sure what you mean."
Sort of, technically, not totally a lie. Confused isn't the word Matt would use.
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"You have vampires but no ghosts?" he says. He starts to say something else, too, something about the messiness of categorizing spirits through a corporeal lens, but Daniel's faster; they overlap a moment, Matt's brain freezing on fucked up plant.
"How I ..." He laughs, awkward.
Unfortunately, he finds himself meeting Daniel's incisive gaze, which is a bad move. He feels like he's under a microscope. Matt scrubs a hand over his cheek, rubbing over the old scar.
"I'm not sure what you mean."
Sort of, technically, not totally a lie. Confused isn't the word Matt would use.