He fumbled around with the coffee pot, spilling grounds all over the counter and grumbling under his breath about how everything always turned to shit. He dumped more into the coffee pot -- it was probably going to be very strong and bitter, but that was what he needed anyway. Probably what she did too. He picked up a bottle of advil and dry-swallowed three down before turning toward her.
He knew what she was asking. He knew that she realized he was taking Elena's vanishing harder than she expected. Harder than even he expected. But Elena had been his oldest friend, and then...
Matt rubbed his hands over his face, listening to the sounds of the coffee maker beginning its duty, brewing their drink. He stared at the floor for a long moment. How was he supposed to tell her what he was only now beginning to realize himself?
"I think...I was falling in love with her again," he admitted almost inaudibly. Or at least realizing he'd never fallen totally out of love with her.