Alfred carefully nudged open the door to his now occupied guest bedroom and slipped inside, immediately freezing once he looked around the room and noticed something. Something that had changed for the first time in four days. It almost seemed like a miracle to him. A wonderful miracle.

But, it was true, the Panda Hero he'd been worshiping in his mind for the past year was awake and sitting up in bed staring back at him...and probably wondering why he was gawking at him like a complete idiot.

But, he was awake. Which was good, it was great even. He was finally awake. This was almost too good to be true. He couldn't believe it. His Panda Hero was awake and best of all, alive. This day had already been made perfect for Alfred. Now, he could help him as much as he could. He could be a hero as well.

"Um, hi." Alfred said as he flashed a smile Mathew's way and carefully walked to his bedside table to place the food he'd brought up with him down.

"It's really nice to see you. Um, that's not really what I meant to say. Of course I've been able to see you, it's not lke you're a ghost or anything like that, right? I meant it's good to see you awake and not totally still like some vampire or something. Vampires are always much cooler than ghosts, always, am I right? Of course. Ha ha."

Alfred's laughter pettered off nervously as he smoothed his hands down the lengths of his jeans. He was sweating, from nervousness, which was so not cool. No hero would do that, and the one in front of him probably thought that he was a big loser now because of it! Shoot, this sucked. Now he couldn't make a great first impression, well second if you counted their actual first encounter four days ago, as his hero. This sucked mega rocks.

But, at least he was doing a bit better than before. At least now he knew the Panda Hero's real name is actually Mathew. Granted he had learned this little bit of information from riffling through his wallet from when it fell out of his pocket as he was carrying him up the stairs. But, he made up for that by washing all of his tattered and dirty clothes for him. So, no harm done there at all. In his mind, all was forgiven.

"Hello." Mathew said in an emotionless voice.

Great, he was right. Mathew was looking at him blankly, no expression on his face or in his voice at all. Mathew probably couldn't even see him, he seemed that interested in him. Yeah, his great plan to take care of him and make him see life as being such a great thing was going smoothly. He still had that lonely expression on his face, like he didn't care about life. Yep, his plan was working perfectly.

"Um, so my name is Alfred F. Jones. May I sit down here?" Alfred asked gesturing at a part of the bed by where Mathew was.

He nodded. "It's your bed."

"Great," Alfred said as he flashed his biggest smile at Mathew and sat down with a soft whump. The mattress sloping under his weight where he was sitting.

Now all he had to do was act all cool like he hadn't been looking through his clothes and pawing at the items in them. Because that hadn't been totally creepy."So, um, what is your name?"

Mathew still looked indifferent as he simply replied with his short answer, "Mathew."

Alfred's brilliant smile faltered for a split instant. He was still only getting one word answers from Mathew. They'd been talking for a while and yet nothing. They weren't progressing in the slightest. But, that was just fine. He could work with one word answers. Hell, he could work with nothing at all.

He was used to always being the only one talking. He had friends that would talk too, but for most of the time he was the one doing the talking and he was used to that. This shouldn't be bothering him now when he'd spent his whole life in the spotlight of others attention. This shouldn't be bothering him at all.

"Cool! So, uh, I guess I should explain why you're here huh? So, what happened is that I found you after your last game and you kind of collapsed. So I brought you back here to my house. And I really hope you don't mind that I had to take off your clothes because, well, they were kind of super dirty and gross and stuff and I actually had to wonder if you had ever even washed it before. Because it positively reeked. It was so so grody dude, like seriously. But, I guess you can have it back if you really want it, I guess. I wouldn't recommend wearing it like ever again though. But, you can totally have it back. Where did you get it anyways? It seemed like you really cared for the hoodie at least. It was the least muddied and it had the least amount of holes. I've also seen you wear it every single game that you've played for the past two years. But, it's not like I'm stalking you or anything like that! I just noticed the hoodie, yeah that's it. I just noticed it because it, uh, is really baggy and conceals your body. Ah, no, actually I didn't notice it for those reasons, I noticed it because it just seems so out of place, you know? You were always wearing it, even in the middle of summer when I for one thought that it was really hot out when I was just wearing a t-shirt. It just seemed so odd. Please don't be creeped out or anything like that because of my weird ramblings!" Alfrec said with the end of his little bout of talking being delivered in nearly a single breath.

Mathew just stared at him in shock for a while trying to process his fast spoken words before he burst into sudden laughter. His shoulders were shaking with mirth, and he was gasping to draw in breaths of air in between his giggles.

No! This was terrible. He was laughing at him. Wait a minute, he was laughing at him. This meant that he was amusing, that he was funny to Mathew, right? I've changed my opinion, This is fantastic. Mathew seemed to care enough about him to laugh like he'd said the funniest joke in the whole wide world to him.

It hadn't been funny for Alfred of course, he had had a heart attack like a dozen times during those few minutes that he had been trying to explain himself in. But, Mathew was laughing so that completely made up for all the panic he had felt. He was all good now.

"Why would I be creeped out? You took off my clothes for a fair enough reason. It's not like you took off my clothes to look at my body or anything like that." Mathew said still laughing to himself a bit as he tried to speak.

Well...no. He hadn't taken off his clothes to look at his body but, now that he'd mentioned it, seeing his form was a lovely side effect of their removal he did have to admit. And he hadn't looked at him for long! It wasn't like he had anything else to do at the time though and he may or may not have delayed just slightly in finding him some old clothes that kind of not really fit him alright enough that he could wear.

He did have a nice body though. It would probably be best if he didn't say that though, he might get hurt. He wouldn't let him know his thoughts then. Mathew would probably not take too kindly to knowing just how much Alfred had enjoyed seeing what his body looked like. God, even thinking that sounded way too creepy. No doubts about it, at the very least it would definetely scare Mathew away, that was for sure.

I'm sorry I have such little patience with typing. I will be getting the next bit out soon. Please review or pm me what your thoughts are, it helps.