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[ambitious]

[ it's him. really and truly. the picture comes like a punch to the gut.

this is exactly what quinn has been waiting for ever since he left. contact. confirmation that he's alright. an opportunity to talk to him again and find out what the hell happened. not just that night, but between them. there have been boyfriends in the past, plenty of them. even boys she'd seen some kind of future with, before she inevitably went on to screw it up in one way or another. she's a moderately talented singer, and a decent enough actress, but her one true skill has always been in ruining relationships.

matt, she had been certain, was going to be the exception. smart enough, sweet enough, goofy enough to slip past her defenses. until everything blew up in her face and he pulled his disappearing act.

so, while months ago she would have leapt at the opportunity to see him again, now all she wants to do is tell him to go screw himself. jaw straining, she taps out a fierce reply, the second message following quickly after the first. ]

you're an asshole.

give me one good reason i should even bother.

[conclusion]

[He's tired, hasn't slept for maybe a day or two. Too busy going through all the scenarios that could happen from this. The government could find out and be waiting for him by the time he got to the bar, ready to take him away in chains, or in a body bag. Quinn could be waiting there for him just to say her piece and leave, or she could not show up at all. The worst situation felt like the last one, considering he'd come here just to see her. If anything was fixed, it worked out. If it wasn't? Like he said? He had tried.

It takes him longer than it should to read the text; he rubs at his eyes just to make sure he's reading it right, that he's not misconstruing something in his exhaustion.
The reply is on his tongue, on the tips of his fingers and he wants to come out as easily as her anger but he can't. He can't defend himself, not like this.]

i'll tell u everything i can [Is that too much? It's the truth, but he sends a second one just to be safe.]

i'm the biggest asshole in the world and i could type a million things but i can't
u deserve a proper explanation and that's all i have

[ambitious]

[ while she can't, at least to herself, deny that she wants to see him again, it's the promise of an explanation that really settles things for her. they've never really agreed on most things, quinn always taking herself a little too seriously, but on this at least, they seem to be on the same page. ]

i'll be there soon.
don't do anything stupid.

[ a standard warning, even before he turned into the invisible man.

swinging back by the apartment long enough to drop off her books --there are two more classes after psych, and quinn has a suspicion she won't be making it to any of them-- it takes maybe thirty minutes total for quinn to show up at the bar.

the scent of beer and stale popcorn from the machine in the back corner weighs heavily in the air, and she has to blink several times before her eyes start to adjust to the dim lighting. before she can find him. ]

one month later I feel like a tv show hiatus

[conclusion]

scout's honor to do my best

[You say what you need to, and then you leave. Simple as that, right? Right. Matt needs to work himself up to even start heading towards the bar and that takes ten minutes. Some of the kids that walk by probably think he's weird if they don't believe he's waiting for someone. Eventually, he starts walking and when he crosses that threshold inside, it feels like nothing's changed.

The weight of their situation hits him again soon enough, however, and he makes his way to one of the tables along the wall. Away from most of the study groups and friends catching up, enough for him to say what he needs to without it having to be too much. He drums his fingers on the table top, orders some fries and a beer, although he doesn't touch either. His stomach's already in knots and he's not sure how he'd take that.

It doesn't take long for him to see her when she comes in. He almost wants to bail again at it, but he doesn't. Matt sits here, coughs to clear his throat, then he waves her down.] -Quinn!