Matt had spent the latter half of the afternoon texting with Jim, still chuckling to himself as he'd teased his friend about his relationship woes as he'd walked through the apartment door. There were supposed to be some sort of party happening, but Matt had seen what parties were like here in Dunwich and he wasn't in the mood to get murdered for some new arrival.
So he and Clint were staying in, because it was the wise thing to do, and because sometimes that's just what you wanted to do. And who was Matt to buck the system?
"Have I said how glad I am that you and I are so very mature?" He asked Clint, an easy smile on his face, the lingering amusement still there as he dropped himself down on the couch, letting all pretense of his so called blindness dropped. There in the space he shared with Clint he didn't have to hide, and he didn't bother trying.