Let me know if this is okay
He hugged her sidelong. "Ah, yes." He eyed Mitchell and nodded. though he said nothing about it, he was also thinking that Mitchell wasn't he sanest or most stable man among them, even without the blood. That couldn't be helping.
"We will and we'll help him all we can." While they talked, he reached out, and out and shivered, eyes gone distant as he reached and shifted things. Matt was person who did not use his power is grand ways a lot. He used it subtly, and slowly, and people rarely realized what he could do if motivated.
He reached out rocks, and to metals and plastics, to wood and dirt and dead leaves. He reached out to unattached things laying adrift and unused, and to objects his mind could see were broken. From across the area, these things flowed, rocked, ran, walked, and tumbled, slowly, slowly.
"We just have to make sure he is safe from the blood." His voice was distant too as he worked. The objects came together, flowing, shifting, reforming as his will interacted with them, pulling together with his utmost concentration and power.
And slowly, a covered, carefully constructed, and completely blood-free, breezeway rose together. It would not last forever. Weeks at most, if that. But it would allow travel to the apartments from the restaurant to be blood free and clean.
When he was done and it was locked in place, he staggered, clutching Sophia more than he meant to as he felt his energy drain almost completely. His head rang and pounded and lights went off behind his eyes. Well, he had worked that a little hard, hadn't he? Oops?
He was suddenly ravenous and tired as well and knew he needed to eat and rest soon.