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Matt rubbed at his temples with the taste of nicotine settling into his mouth. Audrey watched him stamp the cigarette out on the heel of his shoe and turn away from her to flick the remains to a small, nearby trash can. He sighs heavily and rolls his head around to look at her, half-over his shoulder.

"What do you want from me, Audrey?" Finality rings in the breathy tones of his voice; he's decided the need for answers is going to end here. The need for her... could go either way.

Audrey is shaking her head to and fro, her lips pulled tightly into a straight line, her eyes searching his, electrified gray pouring into an almost somber green. "What do I want," she mutters out of the side of her mouth. She slides her gaze up to his face and narrows her eyes. "I'd love to know how you kissing me the way you did is any form of explanation at all for the way that you are," she sees his jaw clench at the remark, and pleased with the impact, she added on "And for the record, no, I sure as hell do not understand what you were getting at with those actions anymore."

Matt scoffs. "What about it is so hard to grasp, Audrey?!" he exasperates, turning on his heels and advancing on her. "I kissed you, I wanted to, and what does that tell you?!"

She tenses in her seat, poised to stand up or slap him across the face, whichever happened to come first. "And what are your apologies supposed to tell me, Matt?! Clarify that one for me, would you?" She's dripping so much angry sarcasm, the fear that it will manifest itself into a puddle at her feet faintly floats past in her head, tangled in the heat of a shouting match and flustered skin.

"So I shouldn't have done it," he muddles, "But that doesn't change the fact that I wanted to."

His face is right in front of hers again. He's leaning in with his hands on his knees and his shoulders slumped and she could yell at him all day but her wants are as basic as his, and something about that simple fact is unbearable. She can't stand that he's so close and suddenly, she's forgotten what about him was so infuriating. It boils in her blood that she can only loathe the way he makes her feel when he's at a safe distance away. Being so close makes her wonder of the feeling of his lips over her skin, and...

She stands up quickly, turning her blushing face away from him and heading for the door. "I'm the one running away from everything," she hears him mumble.

Matt has suddenly wedged himself between her and the door. "Why does it feel like I'm always standing between you and the way out?" he muses, thinking back to the second time she'd stopped by his place when his hand had reached the doorknob before hers could. The playful hints in the line seemed to soften the edges around his eyes. She shakes her head and tries her hand at disguising a small, unwanted laugh for a soft cough.

He touches her face softly, dragging his finger over the line of her cheekbone. "I thought I'd made it obvious back there," he gestures with a shrug to his old sofa bed, "That I want nothing more than to..." his teeth clench, "Break... you... down."

Color rushes to her face and she averts her eyes to the stripes on his shirt. Matt struggles against himself to keep his touches gentle.

"But I'm supposing that's besides the point?" he quips.

Audrey's face is a brilliant red.

"Irrelevant?" he presses.

Her eyes are closed for a moment. She's forgotten herself.

Matt shakes his head at her with the hint of his sideways smile.

He's boiling inside to wrap his arms around her and carry her to his bed and destroy her body with his own in an exploding burst of fervor. He is also well aware that if he voiced these longings, she would shake her head at him with that wide-eyed innocence that she somehow managed to hold onto from childhood and likely find some way to slip away, flustered and embarrassed that anyone could even imagine such a thing.

He duly notes that she's gulped quietly. "And now," he cogitates, hoping that for once, the limb he climbs out onto won't snap, "I would love it if you would explain to me why you keep trying to run away."

She shakes her head with a dry laugh struggling out of her throat and looks up at him. There's a light behind her eyes. "I honestly don't know," she mutters sheepishly. "Old habits die hard, I guess?"

"I don't get you," he says faintly, his head moving slowly from side to side. A pleased smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. Her laugh gains a touch of breathlessness, like laughing at a funeral, as it bursts through her lips. "Your still annoying," she states matter-of-factly. Its like nothing's changed. But everything has, all at once.

He watches the curve of her cheek when she looks away timorously, the smile puts a softness behind his eyes, but she doesn't notice. And then he notes the dark red stained just under her left nostril. "Er, Audrey?" She looks up, alarmed at his cautious tone. "Wh-what?" Self-consciousness rings her voice an octave or two higher. Her hand shoots to cover her nose.

"Don't freak out!" Matt tries to reconcile, but his voice comes out just as anxious as hers did. He grabs her hands from her face. "Its no big deal. Your nose is just bleeding."

"It must be the altitude," she jokes with a wavering laugh.