Matty looked up at him and shrugged, though her fingers continued to pick at the strings. "Yeah, I'm alright." She looked away, down at her fingers on the neck of the ancient Fender. The music stopped, and she rested her arms on the guitar's body as she looked at him again. "I'm sorry I've kind of been doing the avoidance thing the past couple of days."
She sighed, picking the guitar up and setting it aside to where it leaned against the wall by the bed. Scrubbing at her face, she stretched out her legs. "I've had a lot of shit on my mind." When she finally pulled her hands away, she didn't look to him, instead staring down at her hands as she picked at her fingernails. It was one of those nervous habits she'd had since she was a kid.