RP LOG with nychandcuffs | The messenger... again
As soon as Matt knew what the hell was going on, he had sent Vee a text message telling her he was on his way home earlier and asking her to wait for him in case she had any plans on going out anywhere. Bloody typically, he got stuck in a rush of school traffic and he felt like he was negotiating his car at snail's pace through the streets of London to his apartment, which really wasn't that far away from work. Long enough to get stuck in traffic, though. Waiting at a clogged intersection, he called BT for the number of the closest public hospital and got put through to the switch, and then to Casualty. Unfortunately, because Matt wasn't Euan's family, they would give him fuck all information. In fact, they wouldn't even confirm he was there and this just pissed Matt off to no end. Even though he was going home to tell Vee what had happened with her best mate, he really had no information to tell her. So, Euan had spewed all over the hall and Matt's expensive shoes, he had been holding his stomach, then he fainted. It could be appendicitis. It certainly seemed to fit the niche, but at the same time, it could be a shit load of other things too. In fact, it could be something a whole lot more serious than a burst appendix. Despite being a heavy smoker and drinker, Euan was actually extremely fit. This was sudden, and Matt was still reeling from it. It just fucking frustrated him to no end when people weren't forthcoming with information. But law was law, and privacy policies were in place for a reason. With an uncomfortable realisation, Matt did consider the notion that Euan might not want him knowing bloody anything about his healthcare. The hospital had been right to block Matt's attempts for information. It just niggled at something inside, considering was Euan his girlfriend's best friend. If he had made any sort of effort with Euan, they might not even be in this predicament right now. When he tried Ronnie's cell, the automated message just kept telling him the phone was switched off, so he couldn't even access information that way.
By the time he made it back to the apartment, he was stressed out, cheeks flushed from a slight anger at the traffic jam. He peeled his jacket off and loosened his tie. "Vee!" he called, and messily tossed his jacket onto the sofa. It was times like this he wished he was a smoker.
Vee had been waiting on the sofa for Matt since she got his message, but the call of nature had finally kicked in and she'd gone upstairs. She now came rushing back down them at his call, practically throwing herself at him as she checked him over for bullet wounds, bruises, or any other signs of harm. "Are you okay? You're in one piece. One piece is good. I waited, I just had to pee. You know what it's like." She stopped to kiss him on the lips before running her fingers through his hair. "Hi."
"Hey," Matt said with a small laugh as she scrutinised him closely and messed his hair up. "I would have told you if something happened to me, you know that, right? Or I would have gotten Ronnie to. But it doesn't matter. Listen, I have to tell you something... ask you something. Do you know any of Euan's medical history?" he asked, taking her hand and leading her over to the sofa so they could sit down. He took the incident forms from his pocket and found a pen in the dish on the coffee table.
"I do now," Vee acknowledged with a slight frown. "And Ronnie did tell me last time. It was the worse moment of my life. Tell me something about Euan?" She watched him closely as he pulled out the forms and the pen, and tried to follow along with what was happening. "I know some of it, sure. Why? Matt, what happened?"
Matts eyes were on the form as he filled in his badge number and other details. "Has he had his appendix out?" he elaborated, glancing up at her in question. Hopefully she would get the hint that now wasn't the time to be playing Fitzpatrick Isn't Really a Dick games.
Vee's frown deepened and she cleared her throat as she tucked her hands into her lap. "Yes, he has. He has this scar on his stomach, and he told me it was from having his appendix out. Why? Matt, will you please just spit it out. There can't be anything wrong with his appendix if he had it out, so what's going on? Is he okay?"
Matt paused in his writing, eyebrows shooting up as he looked at her again. He got a small shiver up his spine of apprehension and looked at the form under his fingers. Was there really a possibility Euan had been poisoned? Everyone Matt had asked, they hadn't noted anything off in the way Euan had been that morning, but he was severely ill and holding his stomach like it was painful. He was quiet for a few moments, a small frown on his face as he tried to analyse the facts like a typical detective. "I don't know," he finally admitted honestly. "He wasn't earlier. He was ill, walked out of an interrogation half way through and I ran into him in the hall. He vomited... a lot, and then passed out. We had to call an ambulance. That's why I'm here, but I really need to fill this form out first. I just... we assumed it was appendicitis."
Vee shook her head. "But it can't be. It was just his 'dodgy gut'. He said it was the pie. Why would he lie to me about a thing like having his appendix out? The scar's exactly like the kind you'd get in surgery. There's just no other explanation. I know he's not always forthcoming, but lying about something like that? That's bullshit." Vee let out a quiet frustrated growl. "I knew he wasn't fine. I knew it was serious. He could hardly stand up after lunch. It's the only time he's ever asked me to walk him somewhere, even before your pissing message."
"Jesus Christ, who said anything about lying?" Matt asked defensively, holding up his hand. "I just asked you if he had it out and you said yes. Fine, he has. I was only asking! Ronnie was the one who thought it was, not me. All the signs were there, but obviously we were wrong. Maybe it was the pie, in which case, I might have even more paperwork on my hands and an avenue to make the hospital actually give me information," he said, scratching his forehead with the end of his pen before filling in the date. "I don't even know what a pissing message is. Some days it feels like you're talking another language to me when it comes to him."
Vee held up her hands and looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry, I'm just... I can't believe he's back in hospital. If it's the pie at least we know what it is, and if it isn't then that's just terrifying. It means he's got something wrong with him that we have no idea about. The hospital gave you nothing? Are they even going to give me anything. What about Gee? Does she know? Is she okay?" Vee rubbed her fingertips against her lips before she leaned forward and braced her elbows against her knees so she could rest her head in her hand and try and stop the urge to bounce her leg up and down. "Apparently you were marking your territory by sending him a message about taking me to the station."
Matt quirked and eyebrow with a smirk. "Sure it's me doing the pissing? I tried to call your mobile. It was out of range," he clarified and then his face fell serious again, pointing at the sheet with his pen. "Where did you eat? Because he was distinctly clutching at his stomach. I'm starting to wonder if he was poisoned." He even went so far as to take his phone from his pocket and send a message to Ronnie to get him to request testing on Euan's blood and stomach contents. "Gee knows, I just dropped her at the hospital. The hospital isn't allowed to give me anything and I'm giving you all I know? I can't offer anymore without going into things like volumes of vomit or otherwise."
Vee arched an eyebrow back at him. "What's he got to piss on me for? I'm not his girl. I only belong to one Irishman in this city. He's my BFF, he doesn't get pissing rights. He can sniff and growl at potential pissers, but that's it. I don't get why mine was out of range, but his wasn't. I fucking hate technology. We ate at the... pub near the station. The Funky Chicken? Cow and Crowbar? I can't remember which one it was, I'm sorry. He picked it, not me." Vee shifted to touch her hand to Matt's for a moment before letting him get on with the form. "Thank you for telling me all you know. I can deal without knowing the volumes of vomit."
"Do you know if he picked it for a specific reason?" Matt paused again, putting his pen down with a sigh as he turned to offer her his full attention. "He was really sick when I saw him, I don't know if he was before that but he was coming back from the bathroom, so maybe. Gee said he left the interview room pretty abruptly, no warning. One minute I was trying to talk to him, and then next he was throwing up all over my shoes and nearly faceplanting in it. I had to catch him before he fell and smacked his head on the tiles. The ambulance got there pretty quickly, and he was in and out by then. Ronnie offered to go with him. He's good like that, always looks out for his own... with Euan is now."
Vee chewed on her lip as she listened, still trying to keep her foot from bouncing impatiently. "It was close. Pretty sure that was the reason. He just wanted somewhere convenient." Vee let out a sigh, and raised her hands to rest her head in them again as she just watched Matt. Her gaze flicked to his shoes briefly to see if they still had bits of Euan's lunch on them. "I tried to tell him he wasn't well, he just wouldn't listen. He was just chalking it up to the pie, and the food. Just said it was dodgy. I seriously hate that word right now. I'm just glad Ronnie went with him. I know U doesn't say much, but I'm pretty sure he hates being alone at times like these. We all do."
Cleaning his shoes had actually been one of the first things Matt had done before waiting for Gee to come out of the interview room. "I don't think he was conscious enough to really know what the hell was going on, but it'll be better if you and Gee are there when he wakes up there. Hopefully they won't take long to find out what's going on. Ronnie will do his best to get what info he can. Are you listed as his next of kin? If you aren't, we could have a problem getting them to tell us anything. Unless I go with the potential poisoning thing and get a little pushy, copper wise," he mused.
"I'll try not to admit just how much of a turn on witnessing that would be," Vee replied with a slight smirk. She closed her eyes briefly as she tried to remember if Euan did have her listed as next of kin or not on his forms. "I don't think so, no. Pretty sure he still has his siblings listed. Guess you'll have to get pushy and I'll just have to try not to jump your bones on hospital grounds."
"Now that would just be unprofessional. You're talking to a bloke who once nicked his mate, remember," Matt sniggered and filled the rest of the details out on the form in his succinct scrawl. He got to the part where he had to describe the incident in detail and he scrunched his nose up. "Last time I did one of these, they sent it back because I didn't write enough. Do I look like Mills and Boon?"
Vee leaned back as she brought her hands up like she was framing Matt to take a picture. "Hm, now that you mention it... Just flesh it out a little. Make sure you include avid details about the vomit and volume of said vomit. They'll soon never ask you to write more detail. You might have nicked your mate, but can you really nick yourself for indecent behaviour, and exposure? Maybe we should get hitched so I don't have to testify against you. Is that a law here?"
"Anyone can testify against anyone here. Your laws over there are screwed." Matt growled softly, looking at the paperwork. "I can't just flesh it out. If the tests come back to tell us he has been poisoned, this is going to be the start of a whole new ball game. I've got to write out exactly what happened. Bearing in mind the fact I could well be a suspect. It's no secret we don't get along, so bollocks to him for choosing me to hurl on. It just makes it look more suspicious," he said wryly.
Vee smirked. "Well, we do seem to enjoy twisting perfectly sane systems and then calling them our own." Vee got up to move into the kitchen and soon came out with a cup of tea for Matt that she sat on the coffee table near him. She'd boiled the pot just before he'd gotten home. "Here, this might help. Alright, so no fleshing out. Just write exactly what happened. You cannot be serious about being a suspect, that's fucking ridiculous. Why would you kill him? Just because you don't get on with someone doesn't mean you can't just agree to mutually hate each other, and no threats of death get involved. He's sick. He has to be. No one would try and poison him intentionally."
"Because I haven't particularly liked him up to this point?" Matt offered with a shrug. He picked up the cup of tea, shooting her a grateful look, and took a mouthful of it. "I've seen people kill for a lot less than that over my time, and I'm sure you have too. Also, just to play Devil's Advocate, he has sex appeal. A lot of it. A lot of females want him. Only takes one scorned to get him some extra seasoning on his pie."
"That would still mean that they knew where we were eating. That you knew where we were eating. I knew, and I still can't remember the name of the place. What makes me any less of a suspect? Maybe I got jealous of him and Gee and decided to just not let anyone have him at all? We can make guesses until the cows come home, but we won't really know anything, or what to guess until the hospital gives us something." Vee ran her fingers through his hair as she kissed his temple. "Most women just slap him in the face, and get on with things. Or he talks them around and fucks them until they forget they're angry. He does have sex appeal, but unfortunately he really knows how to use it."
Matt shrugged again. "It doesn't. No one needs to know anything. They just need to follow, or have someone follow. Maybe you did. You didn't, did you?" he couldn't fight the urge to ask, smirking at her. "But that is my point. The hospital will give us bollocking all unless I run with this poisoning suspicion. Which means, I need to get this form to Natalie and get her to give me the go ahead to start asking questions. If it turns out to be a simple medical condition, all the better. By then, we'll have what we want and he'll hopefully be awake to call the shots. Seriously? Where have you been? I've not seen one woman slap him, just many drool over him and flirt with him."
Vee glanced down at the form, her hand still cupping Matt's face as she rubbed her thumb against his cheek. She looked up at him again, her eyes narrowing just slightly. "Oh, come on! Haven't we covered this ground already? He's a free agent, I don't want to be fucking him, dating him, or in love with him. I'm quite happy with my own Irishman even if he thinks I might poison my ex partner. If you're going to drop that back at the station, I'll just make my way over the hospital to keep an eye on Gee, and Euan. I'll find out if they've called his siblings, too. Otherwise I can do that. I really do hope it's just a medical condition, anything else makes my head hurt." Vee smirked. "Alright, so it's just me that slaps him in the face. The rest of womankind is a lost cause. Feeling a little jealous?"
Matt shook his head in amusement as he had started to pen in the details of what happened. He glanced at her with another smirk. "You really are touchy on that subject, aren't you? That's not what I meant at all. I'm really starting to wonder if you want me to think you still want him the way you keep bringing it up. I was just agreeing with you that yes, you could have had a motive and an opportunity to poison him. You were the one that suggested it, I agreed. That's all," he insisted, shooting her a pointed look. "Why would I be jealous? Because I'm supposed to think he still wants you. All these assumptions are going to start making me wonder why the hell I'm bothering getting in between you two."
Vee gave a shake of her head. "No, because he has sex appeal and no women seem to hate him. I'm just asking. I wasn't actually implying anything. And alright, that was my suggestion but you didn't have to agree. You could have defended me, and made me feel all innocent and pure. You're bothering because I'm the kind of neurotic bitch you could love and can see yourself going grey with," she suggested softly as she gave him another kiss on the temple. "I'm sorry, baby. I really am. I promise to stop being American. I don't want you thinking anything other than that I want you, and you alone."
Matt watched her for a moment and then went back to the form, his writing getting a little messy when he picked up his pace. "You don't have to keep convincing me either way, you know. Do I look and sound like I have any hang ups? It's been months, it's fine. He and I just rub each other up the wrong way, shit happens. And... I do love you," he added, trying to figure out how to tactfully write that he was going for a pee when he came across Euan in the hall.
Vee smiled as she picked up his tea to steal a sip. "I love you too, Matt Devlin."
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By the time he made it back to the apartment, he was stressed out, cheeks flushed from a slight anger at the traffic jam. He peeled his jacket off and loosened his tie. "Vee!" he called, and messily tossed his jacket onto the sofa. It was times like this he wished he was a smoker.
Vee had been waiting on the sofa for Matt since she got his message, but the call of nature had finally kicked in and she'd gone upstairs. She now came rushing back down them at his call, practically throwing herself at him as she checked him over for bullet wounds, bruises, or any other signs of harm. "Are you okay? You're in one piece. One piece is good. I waited, I just had to pee. You know what it's like." She stopped to kiss him on the lips before running her fingers through his hair. "Hi."
"Hey," Matt said with a small laugh as she scrutinised him closely and messed his hair up. "I would have told you if something happened to me, you know that, right? Or I would have gotten Ronnie to. But it doesn't matter. Listen, I have to tell you something... ask you something. Do you know any of Euan's medical history?" he asked, taking her hand and leading her over to the sofa so they could sit down. He took the incident forms from his pocket and found a pen in the dish on the coffee table.
"I do now," Vee acknowledged with a slight frown. "And Ronnie did tell me last time. It was the worse moment of my life. Tell me something about Euan?" She watched him closely as he pulled out the forms and the pen, and tried to follow along with what was happening. "I know some of it, sure. Why? Matt, what happened?"
Matts eyes were on the form as he filled in his badge number and other details. "Has he had his appendix out?" he elaborated, glancing up at her in question. Hopefully she would get the hint that now wasn't the time to be playing Fitzpatrick Isn't Really a Dick games.
Vee's frown deepened and she cleared her throat as she tucked her hands into her lap. "Yes, he has. He has this scar on his stomach, and he told me it was from having his appendix out. Why? Matt, will you please just spit it out. There can't be anything wrong with his appendix if he had it out, so what's going on? Is he okay?"
Matt paused in his writing, eyebrows shooting up as he looked at her again. He got a small shiver up his spine of apprehension and looked at the form under his fingers. Was there really a possibility Euan had been poisoned? Everyone Matt had asked, they hadn't noted anything off in the way Euan had been that morning, but he was severely ill and holding his stomach like it was painful. He was quiet for a few moments, a small frown on his face as he tried to analyse the facts like a typical detective. "I don't know," he finally admitted honestly. "He wasn't earlier. He was ill, walked out of an interrogation half way through and I ran into him in the hall. He vomited... a lot, and then passed out. We had to call an ambulance. That's why I'm here, but I really need to fill this form out first. I just... we assumed it was appendicitis."
Vee shook her head. "But it can't be. It was just his 'dodgy gut'. He said it was the pie. Why would he lie to me about a thing like having his appendix out? The scar's exactly like the kind you'd get in surgery. There's just no other explanation. I know he's not always forthcoming, but lying about something like that? That's bullshit." Vee let out a quiet frustrated growl. "I knew he wasn't fine. I knew it was serious. He could hardly stand up after lunch. It's the only time he's ever asked me to walk him somewhere, even before your pissing message."
"Jesus Christ, who said anything about lying?" Matt asked defensively, holding up his hand. "I just asked you if he had it out and you said yes. Fine, he has. I was only asking! Ronnie was the one who thought it was, not me. All the signs were there, but obviously we were wrong. Maybe it was the pie, in which case, I might have even more paperwork on my hands and an avenue to make the hospital actually give me information," he said, scratching his forehead with the end of his pen before filling in the date. "I don't even know what a pissing message is. Some days it feels like you're talking another language to me when it comes to him."
Vee held up her hands and looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry, I'm just... I can't believe he's back in hospital. If it's the pie at least we know what it is, and if it isn't then that's just terrifying. It means he's got something wrong with him that we have no idea about. The hospital gave you nothing? Are they even going to give me anything. What about Gee? Does she know? Is she okay?" Vee rubbed her fingertips against her lips before she leaned forward and braced her elbows against her knees so she could rest her head in her hand and try and stop the urge to bounce her leg up and down. "Apparently you were marking your territory by sending him a message about taking me to the station."
Matt quirked and eyebrow with a smirk. "Sure it's me doing the pissing? I tried to call your mobile. It was out of range," he clarified and then his face fell serious again, pointing at the sheet with his pen. "Where did you eat? Because he was distinctly clutching at his stomach. I'm starting to wonder if he was poisoned." He even went so far as to take his phone from his pocket and send a message to Ronnie to get him to request testing on Euan's blood and stomach contents. "Gee knows, I just dropped her at the hospital. The hospital isn't allowed to give me anything and I'm giving you all I know? I can't offer anymore without going into things like volumes of vomit or otherwise."
Vee arched an eyebrow back at him. "What's he got to piss on me for? I'm not his girl. I only belong to one Irishman in this city. He's my BFF, he doesn't get pissing rights. He can sniff and growl at potential pissers, but that's it. I don't get why mine was out of range, but his wasn't. I fucking hate technology. We ate at the... pub near the station. The Funky Chicken? Cow and Crowbar? I can't remember which one it was, I'm sorry. He picked it, not me." Vee shifted to touch her hand to Matt's for a moment before letting him get on with the form. "Thank you for telling me all you know. I can deal without knowing the volumes of vomit."
"Do you know if he picked it for a specific reason?" Matt paused again, putting his pen down with a sigh as he turned to offer her his full attention. "He was really sick when I saw him, I don't know if he was before that but he was coming back from the bathroom, so maybe. Gee said he left the interview room pretty abruptly, no warning. One minute I was trying to talk to him, and then next he was throwing up all over my shoes and nearly faceplanting in it. I had to catch him before he fell and smacked his head on the tiles. The ambulance got there pretty quickly, and he was in and out by then. Ronnie offered to go with him. He's good like that, always looks out for his own... with Euan is now."
Vee chewed on her lip as she listened, still trying to keep her foot from bouncing impatiently. "It was close. Pretty sure that was the reason. He just wanted somewhere convenient." Vee let out a sigh, and raised her hands to rest her head in them again as she just watched Matt. Her gaze flicked to his shoes briefly to see if they still had bits of Euan's lunch on them. "I tried to tell him he wasn't well, he just wouldn't listen. He was just chalking it up to the pie, and the food. Just said it was dodgy. I seriously hate that word right now. I'm just glad Ronnie went with him. I know U doesn't say much, but I'm pretty sure he hates being alone at times like these. We all do."
Cleaning his shoes had actually been one of the first things Matt had done before waiting for Gee to come out of the interview room. "I don't think he was conscious enough to really know what the hell was going on, but it'll be better if you and Gee are there when he wakes up there. Hopefully they won't take long to find out what's going on. Ronnie will do his best to get what info he can. Are you listed as his next of kin? If you aren't, we could have a problem getting them to tell us anything. Unless I go with the potential poisoning thing and get a little pushy, copper wise," he mused.
"I'll try not to admit just how much of a turn on witnessing that would be," Vee replied with a slight smirk. She closed her eyes briefly as she tried to remember if Euan did have her listed as next of kin or not on his forms. "I don't think so, no. Pretty sure he still has his siblings listed. Guess you'll have to get pushy and I'll just have to try not to jump your bones on hospital grounds."
"Now that would just be unprofessional. You're talking to a bloke who once nicked his mate, remember," Matt sniggered and filled the rest of the details out on the form in his succinct scrawl. He got to the part where he had to describe the incident in detail and he scrunched his nose up. "Last time I did one of these, they sent it back because I didn't write enough. Do I look like Mills and Boon?"
Vee leaned back as she brought her hands up like she was framing Matt to take a picture. "Hm, now that you mention it... Just flesh it out a little. Make sure you include avid details about the vomit and volume of said vomit. They'll soon never ask you to write more detail. You might have nicked your mate, but can you really nick yourself for indecent behaviour, and exposure? Maybe we should get hitched so I don't have to testify against you. Is that a law here?"
"Anyone can testify against anyone here. Your laws over there are screwed." Matt growled softly, looking at the paperwork. "I can't just flesh it out. If the tests come back to tell us he has been poisoned, this is going to be the start of a whole new ball game. I've got to write out exactly what happened. Bearing in mind the fact I could well be a suspect. It's no secret we don't get along, so bollocks to him for choosing me to hurl on. It just makes it look more suspicious," he said wryly.
Vee smirked. "Well, we do seem to enjoy twisting perfectly sane systems and then calling them our own." Vee got up to move into the kitchen and soon came out with a cup of tea for Matt that she sat on the coffee table near him. She'd boiled the pot just before he'd gotten home. "Here, this might help. Alright, so no fleshing out. Just write exactly what happened. You cannot be serious about being a suspect, that's fucking ridiculous. Why would you kill him? Just because you don't get on with someone doesn't mean you can't just agree to mutually hate each other, and no threats of death get involved. He's sick. He has to be. No one would try and poison him intentionally."
"Because I haven't particularly liked him up to this point?" Matt offered with a shrug. He picked up the cup of tea, shooting her a grateful look, and took a mouthful of it. "I've seen people kill for a lot less than that over my time, and I'm sure you have too. Also, just to play Devil's Advocate, he has sex appeal. A lot of it. A lot of females want him. Only takes one scorned to get him some extra seasoning on his pie."
"That would still mean that they knew where we were eating. That you knew where we were eating. I knew, and I still can't remember the name of the place. What makes me any less of a suspect? Maybe I got jealous of him and Gee and decided to just not let anyone have him at all? We can make guesses until the cows come home, but we won't really know anything, or what to guess until the hospital gives us something." Vee ran her fingers through his hair as she kissed his temple. "Most women just slap him in the face, and get on with things. Or he talks them around and fucks them until they forget they're angry. He does have sex appeal, but unfortunately he really knows how to use it."
Matt shrugged again. "It doesn't. No one needs to know anything. They just need to follow, or have someone follow. Maybe you did. You didn't, did you?" he couldn't fight the urge to ask, smirking at her. "But that is my point. The hospital will give us bollocking all unless I run with this poisoning suspicion. Which means, I need to get this form to Natalie and get her to give me the go ahead to start asking questions. If it turns out to be a simple medical condition, all the better. By then, we'll have what we want and he'll hopefully be awake to call the shots. Seriously? Where have you been? I've not seen one woman slap him, just many drool over him and flirt with him."
Vee glanced down at the form, her hand still cupping Matt's face as she rubbed her thumb against his cheek. She looked up at him again, her eyes narrowing just slightly. "Oh, come on! Haven't we covered this ground already? He's a free agent, I don't want to be fucking him, dating him, or in love with him. I'm quite happy with my own Irishman even if he thinks I might poison my ex partner. If you're going to drop that back at the station, I'll just make my way over the hospital to keep an eye on Gee, and Euan. I'll find out if they've called his siblings, too. Otherwise I can do that. I really do hope it's just a medical condition, anything else makes my head hurt." Vee smirked. "Alright, so it's just me that slaps him in the face. The rest of womankind is a lost cause. Feeling a little jealous?"
Matt shook his head in amusement as he had started to pen in the details of what happened. He glanced at her with another smirk. "You really are touchy on that subject, aren't you? That's not what I meant at all. I'm really starting to wonder if you want me to think you still want him the way you keep bringing it up. I was just agreeing with you that yes, you could have had a motive and an opportunity to poison him. You were the one that suggested it, I agreed. That's all," he insisted, shooting her a pointed look. "Why would I be jealous? Because I'm supposed to think he still wants you. All these assumptions are going to start making me wonder why the hell I'm bothering getting in between you two."
Vee gave a shake of her head. "No, because he has sex appeal and no women seem to hate him. I'm just asking. I wasn't actually implying anything. And alright, that was my suggestion but you didn't have to agree. You could have defended me, and made me feel all innocent and pure. You're bothering because I'm the kind of neurotic bitch you could love and can see yourself going grey with," she suggested softly as she gave him another kiss on the temple. "I'm sorry, baby. I really am. I promise to stop being American. I don't want you thinking anything other than that I want you, and you alone."
Matt watched her for a moment and then went back to the form, his writing getting a little messy when he picked up his pace. "You don't have to keep convincing me either way, you know. Do I look and sound like I have any hang ups? It's been months, it's fine. He and I just rub each other up the wrong way, shit happens. And... I do love you," he added, trying to figure out how to tactfully write that he was going for a pee when he came across Euan in the hall.
Vee smiled as she picked up his tea to steal a sip. "I love you too, Matt Devlin."
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