Re: Hell's Kitchen, Marvel, Clem & Matt
[Honesty was refreshing, Matt liked honesty. There was a certain (rare) symmetry to the world when a person's voice matched the thud of their heart and the roll of their breath through their bodies. It relaxed him in a way that few other things did, things like the sound of the ocean empty for miles around, and the glorious, Godsent sheets. He laughed, then coughed, and was sorry.
The obvious truth that she believed what she was saying to him was the only thing that kept him on the bed and not moving, because hearing about these pills and investigating the foreign tools she had for medical practice made him extremely wary. Matt came from a world that expected doctors to balance things in the body, and adding chemicals to the blood made him think of the monsters trying to poison children for profit a few streets away. And yet the Tylenol his friends in the book had mentioned to him had been almost instantaneously effective. He shifted uncertainly, groaning out a breath, and dallied by investigating the thing she'd put on his wrist with his fingers.]
From whence I came, there was more to do with kings and God than here, and I was a man more valuable to both.
[Big trees, diamonds, water and a massive white house: it sounded like a wealthy estate to him. Landed gentry. He was impressed with her knowledge and kindness. Generally this was the part an angry husband showed up. He heard no heartbeats. His tone was arch.] Thou art young to sin so much.