Matthew swallowed around the lump in his throat. He didn't like being looked at with pity. And it was easy enough to take her concern for pity. "Magneto." Matthew's voice was soft and shaky. "He attacked." A bitter laugh escaped his lips before he could contain it. "And took out the power." And, Matthew thought, he almost killed me in the process. But that really wasn't worth mentioning just yet.

In any other state, Matthew would have been looking around and taking in Gabrielle's apartment. As it was, inquisitiveness had him looking around in spite of his injuries, but he wasn't absorbing the little touches that made it her space. He'd been here before, but not often or long enough to have the layout or her belongings memorized.

Breathing out and trying his very best to ignore the pain, he leaned on her and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go."