Matt could only smile at her words, the mumble of British pertaining to the microwave. He adored her and he was aware that she knew it. Even if he didn't know everything about her it still drew his attention. Her happiness was what mattered above all, even his own. The holes in his heart never would fully be sealed but Rose helped more than she knew.
He looked down at her, in to her eyes and offered her a warm smile. "Not always, but sometimes." It was probably the knack he had at picking up on energies, and the way the body moved and sounded. Or maybe he just was good at guessing.
The kindness was the exchange for the ruthlessness in which he fought. It was a balance, a delicate equilibrium and being able to extend warmth and kindness to someone that might need it more than himself was a gift he couldn't deny anyone. That small bit of light in the darkness could be encouraging. He knew that because he had been there himself.
Her kiss was welcomed and was met with a nod, the squeeze of her fingers as he moved back to grasp her hand and the turn of his frame to lead her to the waiting table. The only pause in his movement came to pull out her chair, the rest could wait until she was settled.