Even before Rose stepped through the wooden door, Matt moved to stand up. He wanted her to feel welcomed there, despite whatever mood the receptionist was in on any given day. And when the petite blonde moved through the door Matt smiled. The small radio on his desk played soft jazz music, and it was enough to allow Matt's sonic sense a clearer and more definite view of Rose.
"Hey," he breathed back, glad to see her.
Matt moved around the desk to meet Rose, offering to take the bag of food from her. None of this mattered to him, the office, the receptionist. He had been without it for long enough to know that there were more important things in the world. It made him sad to know there wouldn't be any more morning workouts on the beach, but maybe there was a gym nearby that they could use to pick up their morning routine.
"Chinese? Smells good."
Matt motioned to the sagging couch, a destination for his partner once upon a time when Nelson needed a hand solving a problem. Matt often tried helping his partner when he could, but of course he encouraged Frank to figure things out on his own, too.