for Matt

[tohearthesound]

Two flights up and turn left; halfway down the hall is room 122. Rache unlocks the door and holds it open

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[tantric_slacker]

Matt enters prepared to be charmed, and is.

(He's a longtime bookworm, albeit not in the traditional sense. He can dig it.)

"Ah," he says, of the Shakespeare.

"Did you ever get to the end of Julius Caesar?"

[tohearthesound]

"As a matter of fact, yes.

Although I'd have thought they would call the play something else, since he dies halfway through."

[tantric_slacker]

Matt smiles, turning back to him.

And crossing to him. And insinuating himself in such a way as to be able to kiss his jaw without disrupting the Guinness.

(He has a spell going, but if it wears out while they're together he won't exactly cry about it.)

Conversational, "But it is about him, even after he dies."

[tohearthesound]

"You could as easily make that argument about Brutus," he counters.

Rache takes quick sip of beer before stealing another kiss, tongue flicking against the seam of Matt's lips.