He nodded in understanding and as his fingers touched the knob he grasped the handle and twisted gently. The door swung open, invitingly, and as Rose turned to go Matt found himself also moving into the small bathroom. It smelled cheery, a mixture of cleaning product and fruit, perhaps a scented soap or candle. He would find out soon, he supposed.
He left the door cracked in case Rose returned while he was unable to greet her, and set to work on getting out of his sweaty clothes. Baton leaning against the counter, Matt had made it to the point of being without a shirt and shoes when he heard her foot steps in the hallway.
It was strange knowing someone was out there beyond the door, and that it was only them. It had been a long time, too long in fact, since he had that same feeling. And he wasn't sure why it was coming back to him now.
There was some level of intimacy involved, the fact that he was standing half-dressed in the bathroom of a young woman he still didn't know completely.
Her voice through the crack caused Matt the reach to the door and pull it open the rest of the way, frame turned so that he was facing her. Could he really see her, he might have noticed the addition of pink to her cheeks. But he couldn't, so he didn't. Instead he noticed the addition of her arms, the pile of clean clothes she had found and was now offering to him.
"Thanks Rose," he breathed softly, accepting the pile from her.