He should not be nervous. Or, well… not this nervous.
It was just an apology. He wasn't entirely sure he had really done anything wrong that he should apologize for except… he had misunderstood.
If he could communicate this without words he would. They had such a history of bad words. Why was there no adequate body language for 'I was a jerk and I'm sorry and I want to try to be your friend because I want to destroy the man that killed Leila without killing him and watching you become human makes me feel…'
Matthew stopped pacing, confused.
How did he describe that feeling? It was happy, sure, but more than that it was…
…it was…
"You look like you're trying to glare enlightenment out of that tree."
Matthew did not jump. He might have bitten his tongue enough that he almost made a pained noise but Legault did not need to know that.
Stupid Legault being so silent. If this wasn't an on-going thing of 'who can sneak up on the other the most' he would castrate the man. He might be doing Heath a favor.
"It's obviously denying me infinite wisdom and knowledge." He shot back as he spun to face the roguish man.
Legault raised his eyebrow sardonically. "Well maybe if you didn't threaten it, it would be nicer?" Matthew rolled his eyes, too frustrated with his thoughts to be amused. Legault, of course, noticed said lack of amusement. "But since it bothers you so much perhaps you can ask me and I'll ask the tree."
Matthew glowered at the man. Legault might be crafty and not above using blackmail or teasing but he could also be very understanding. Matthew did not want to tell the man that he was going to tell Jaffar he was sorry, there was too much unpredictability in the purple haired thief. He didn't trust Legault that much.
But he trusted Jaffar.
He huffed and crossed his arms, annoyed with himself. And it's not like he was going to ask Legault how to describe what it felt like to watch Jaffar become… something.
He was so irritated. Why couldn't he simply… do this? What kind of power did Jaffar have over him?
"Hey, hey, hey!" Matthew dragged his eyes up from the forest floor where they had fallen. "Jeeze, this is serious isn't it? Only that would have you in such a mood." Matthew stared over Legault shoulder, determinedly not meeting his eyes. Legault in turn crossed his arms and leaned back as if by doing so and looking Matthew over he could discern the problem. Hell, maybe he could.
"What is it?" Matthew did not answer.
The noise of camp rang though the forest to them in their silence.
"Is it Jaffar?"
Matthew felt himself glare over his companion's shoulder a bit harder. He suddenly knew that he had involuntarily tensed and probably gave himself away.
"Ah, that's it isn't it?" Legault pulled off a wise look that did not really suit him. "He does seem to be the only one who can rile you up like this. Have you not forgiven him yet?"
Matthews's eyes snapped to Legault's. Shock vibrated inside him. He pressed his lips together, contemplating, and then opened them.
"I have." Legault rocked back on his heels, perfectly balanced, a move Matthew envied him for.
Tilting his head Legault considered him some more. "Have you told him?"
Matthews silence was damning. Legault smirked at him. "I'll drag Nino away. You'll owe me one though."
Matthew's eyes narrowed. "One what?"
Laughing at him with his eyes the thief shook his head. "Nothing major. Maybe a night in the tent to myself and any company I wish to choose. Maybe distracting someone so I can get alone time with their companion. Simple, right?"
Matthew sighed and resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Fine."