I'm not asking for absolution

deepfriedcrackaddict:

matthewlockwood:

deepfriedcrackaddict:

matthewlockwood:

deepfriedcrackaddict:

*rolls her eyes trying to hide a grin, she had always secretly enjoyed matt’s company/sense of humour. Looks him square in the eyes, deadly serious* How old are you?

*looks back at her, unable to meet her eyes, some of the sadness seeping through* I’m not sure, exactly. I stopped caring a long time ago, didn’t keep track. Probably about eighty, but it really could be anything.

*chuckles sadistically* 

*quirks a defensive smile and raises an eyebrow.* You’re kind of a bitch, no offence. 

*shrugs* Of course I’m a bitch. I’d have nothing if I was nice. But I was laughing because you didn’t stop caring. You couldn’t. You know exactly how long you were down there, even if you won’t admit it to yourself. Because if you stopped caring about anything at all, you wouldn’t be here, you’d be like them, the way they made you. 

You think you know everything, right? *smiles, but it falls when he decides to be serious!Matt* I only remembered one - Look, I can’t tell you how long and i don’t see why it matters. So i’m not like them, whatever, nothing special, i mean, look at you.