Matt had been laying on the sofa, staring blankly at the muted television. He still couldn't stop thinking about the long conversation he'd had with Elena the night before last. The things she'd told him, how she wished that Anakin hadn't found her when she tried to kill herself. He wasn't sure he'd ever stop hearing those words from her lips and every time he did, he felt sick with grief even though she was still alive. The thought of losing her, of losing anyone else he cared about...
He had spent the night with her that night. He refused to leave her alone, not when she was struggling so much, and not after Anakin had just been taken back. He'd sent Vicki a text message that he wouldn't be home, but that he was fine and in a safe place. Last night he had been at home, but he hadn't slept. He was too busy lost in his own thoughts to be bothered to sleep. Needless to say, he was a bit tired now, even if he didn't want to sleep yet.
He rubbed a hand over his face, sitting up as he heard a knock on the apartment door. He smiled faintly at the sound of Caroline's voice. "I'm home. On the way," he called back, drawing in a breath and letting it out slowly before making his way to the door. He unlocked it and pulled it open. "Hey, come on in."