He smiled pleasantly, like a cat who'd been petted. Wait, did cats smile? Shit, we was chock full of weird metaphors these days.
Hopefully, she wasn't lying and the bruises and cuts hadn't been from her boyfriend's major freakout. Even under the circumstances Matt couldn't stand the idea of some guy touching Lynne - or any woman - like that. Even though, Matt supposed, he didn't do it on purpose.
"Oh, I wouldn't think otherwise for a second!" He protested; lying. Knowing Lynne and her fangirly nature, (where the hell had he learned the term?!), it wasn't difficult to imagine.
Nodding, he listened to Lynne's story with a blase smile. "I know, it's kind of cool."
At what she said next, Matt opened his palms on either side of his body, with an expression of approval. "Well then it must be true..."