"My uh, my grandmother used to tell people to watch out for us. She used to say, "You'd better watch out for those Murdock boys. They've got a little bit of the devil in them." I guess that's true in dad's case, he really did fight like he was posessed sometimes." He reflected for a moment, then nodded at Laurel.
"Yeah, just me and Dad. My mom left when I was very little, I guess she felt like she deserved better than what dad could give her. Dad never talked badly about her, he still loved her up until the day he died. He was my best friend, you see, I didn't have many people I could count on and he always put me first. It was always "Did you finish your homework yet? You don't want to end up stupid like your old man." I don't think he gave himself enough credit, but of course being so young I couldn't tell him any different."
Then Matt smiled and sat back in his chair, "Sorry, I didn't mean to unload all of that on you." They barely knew each other and yet Matt felt comfortable around Laurel for some reason. Maybe it's because they shared a passion for justice, or maybe it was because she was a good listener. Whatever it was, Matt was glad for it. Mostly he was a private person, even with Foggy at times, but of course the truth always came out one way or another and Matt couldn't make himself lie to Laurel. Omitting the truth and lying were the same but also different. He wouldn't put the ADA in trouble if he could help it, so leaving out his own background seemed the right way to go.
"Tell me a little bit about yourself so I don't sound like a pretentious jerk just talking about myself," Matt said softly, amused but intrigued.